In today's Post, my colleague Samantha Grice tells the stories of various people with bad Googles.
[A] Toronto filmmaker... discovered his Google was seriously marred by a story he had written for a health magazine.Then, there's the tale of how I beat my own bad Google, a story that longtime readers of this blog will be familiar with:
"First of all, it's embarrassing enough to admit I did a vanity search of my own name, but that's how I found the article I had written about erectile dysfunction," says the filmmaker, who would prefer to be known only as Ed.
In an effort to add some humour to the gloomy subject, Ed took a brazen approach and conducted an interview with his penis. His initial reaction upon finding this story he had done as a favour (and a small amount of cash) had made it to the Internet was, however, far less cocksure. "I thought, 'How can I get this off there?!' "
"Now, of course, I did write it, but it was for one of those magazines you get from the pharmacist, and I was really surprised it got on there," he says.
"I don't know who looks you up on Google, but I guess it's mostly old friends thinking, 'Hey, I wonder what ever happened to Ed? What's this? Oh dear, it looks like Ed has erectile dysfunction.' "
I began to wonder: How long would this Web page haunt me? Was it possible that someday, my grandson might tug on my pant leg, look up with that little cherubic face of his and ask, "Grandpa, why do you hate sexy lesbians?"Free links all, for once, FYI.