My mother used to say, "Fools' names and fools' faces appear in public places." This was usually said to assuage my feelings of unpopularity -- at least by being obscure (relatively speaking), I was not a fool with my name and face in public all the time. Then there was Emily Dickinson:
I'm nobody. Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
Well, look at us today. All over the internet, blogging, commenting, being listed here, there, and everywhere. What would my mother think? Emily, I believe, would just shake her head, draw her drapes, and write a poem about all of us who go skittering about the Web, croaking our names to the admiring bog.