Jason Pipes wrote:Lively debate so far, I appreciate the many responses and think the conversation is great for the future of the site. Keep it up!
A number of people have expressed grave reservations about disclosing one's real name. I hope the reservation that I and others have expressed have dissuaded you from implementing this policy. Already, we have anecdotes about real estate deals not closing, losing important business contacts based on one's interest in this area of history.
I think people know that my interest in this area of history emanates, at least in part, from political considerations. But even if I omit those when forced to explain my interest, even an indirect allusion to an interest in this area of history causes problems.
One time, during my temp days, I mentioned to my colleagues that I am expecting a shipment from an internet order I placed for music and books. Sure enough, someone asked what books I ordered. I was very tempted to say none of your business, but felt that would only create more tension. So I disclosed some of the titles, including Pat Buchanan's Death of the West, as well as a book on the French Campaign, as wel other, less controversial titles . When I confided the latter title, eyes widened. Merely explaining an interest in military history in so-called apolitical terms did not quell apprehensions
It did not take long for me to have a reputation on that floor as the resident neo-Nazi. People knew I spoken German. People knew I read books on German military history. People overheard me discussing den Untergang with ol' Gay Ed (the resident older gay guy on the floor, who notwithstanding his lifestyle, i genuinedly appreciated for his education and level of refinement)--nevermind that any of my comments regarding the film that may have been overheard were generally quite
adverse to Hitler. My hairstyle (long on top and front, shaved close sides and back with a one, although back then a zero) coupled with predominantly black clothing, and what one colleague describned as my "hulking physique" also contributed to my infamy. Indeed, he indicated that a number of people "considered me [a] scary reincarnation of one of those soldiers of darkness." There was also much speculation about my tattoo, which I had hoped was obscure enough, although stylistically perhaps it does suggest that good old time.
I hope this anecdote impresses upon you the need for privacy. I have certainly learned my lesson. I do not let anyone see my tattoo, I do not discuss books I read, or my modelling hobby.
There are of course other anecdotes. I made the mistake of confiding my hobby to a blonde hottie (incidentally she discussed going to and perfomring at an amateur night at a strip club, with me in attendance). She wanted to know what I liked to do in my freetime. I told her I lift weights, going to the gym, packers. Then it came around to modelling. I mentioned my hesitance to confide that because of the high geek factor--it was one of the 40 year-old virgin's hobbies. She asked me what I modelled. I reluctantly confided almost exclusively Third Reich stuff. She asked why. I told her the equipment appealed to me at an aesthetic and historical level, that I admired what the Germans achieved in the face of overwhelming odds, and was interested historically because it is a side not readily told by historians. I tried to downplay any notion t hat it is a political statemet, making the distinction between German rank and file and the Nazi leadership. Well, it has been two weeks, have not heard from her. Lesson leared: do not confide my hobby to sexually preocious women, and in particular never confie the subject matter I favor!
So again, the need for privacy is tantamount. Oh, and in addition to employers, dates are known to google each other as well. That is how I found out one woman i had been dating was an FHM model.
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