…to keep your damn mouth shut, duh.
I suppose it was inevitable that I would comment on the Donald Sterling and LA Clippers debacle. But rather than talk about the racism involved (in case you don’t follow sports or the news, this ought to catch you up) I think the real issue of contention is privacy.
Most of the chatter I hear among people is about whether or not the NBA should punish Sterling because the remarks he made about black people were made in private. As far as I’m concerned, privacy shouldn’t even enter into the conversation because as soon as you tell someone else–even if it’s just one person–something, it instantly isn’t private anymore. It’s left the only true place where nobody would ever know about it–your head–and is now out in the world. It’s insane to tell someone something and then expect total privacy about it. You can’t control other people. Unless there’s a legal agreement between the two people or parties, they are in no way obligated to keep any of your statements private. And hello. If you don’t want something like this used against you, maybe try not telling your mistress. Because I’m sure she’d have absolutely nooooothing to gain by going public with it ever.
The bottom line? If you want to keep something private, keep it to yourself. Seems like a pretty simple concept. Don’t tell another human being, and for the love of God don’t write it down. As soon as that thought materializes into the real world, whether it’s on paper or recorded as sound waves or images, you’ve relinquished control of it.