Ursula, Ursula, Ursula.

You aren't any more of a stalker than anyone else. The difference between you and the rest of the population is that you admit to it. Let's face it...it's so easy to "stalk" these days. You can find nearly any address or phone number on the internet, not to mention criminal records and sex offender status. You can often find someone's birthday and previous cities of residence if you know where to look and, if you're lucky, your stalkee keeps an online diary/journal/blog. If you're not lucky, your stalkee is mentioned on someone's webpage, or has his/her picture posted on a university webpage, or was an athlete in high school and still has his/her track meet times for the 50 yard dash posted on some forgotten website archive. Let's face it...cyberstalking is both easy and fun. Who among us hasn't done it, or at least made a half-hearted effort by entering someone's name into Google?

It is my belief that everyone has a shameless little voyeur trapped inside. It doesn't make us scary mouth-breathers who call up our stalkees and sit in parked cars outside of their houses waiting to catch a glimpse. It just makes us human. I mean, no matter who we are, everyone else's lives seem more interesting. So...we "stalk." Period.