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Yet, because of what potential employers so tactfully referred to as my “history,” I was never “quite right” for the position. Now she was not only wincing but also clearing her throat. I get it: it must be disconcerting to sit across from “That Woman.” Needless to say, I didn’t get the position.

In some cases, I was right for all the wrong reasons, as in “Of course, your job would require you to attend our events.” And, these would be events at which press would be in attendance. I eventually came to realize that traditional employment might not be an option for me.

One of the unintended consequences of my agreeing to put myself out there and to try to tell the truth had been that shame would once again be hung around my neck like a scarlet- albatross.

Believe me, once it’s on, it is a bitch to take off.

It would also prove, so I hoped, to be a gateway to a more normal life.

I moved between London, Los Angeles, New York, and Portland, Oregon, interviewing for a variety of jobs that fell under the umbrella of “creative communication” and “branding,” with an emphasis on charity campaigns. I’ve had to become adept at handling any number of reactions in social situations and job interviews.

As it was, it was viral enough, and, thanks to the all-encompassing nature of the Web, you can, 12 years later, watch it all day long on You Tube if you want to (but I really hope you have better things to do with your time).

“You might be better poised to answer that.” After a pause, I added, “That’s probably cost me another year of therapy.”You could argue that in agreeing to participate in an HBO documentary called I had signed up to be shamed and publicly humiliated yet again.

As always, I put on my best “I’m friendly, not a diva” smile. Monica Lewinsky here to see So-and-So.”The twentysomething receptionist pushed her black-rimmed hipster frames up her nose. A phone conversation with my mother shifted the lens through which I viewed my world.

We were discussing the tragic death of Tyler Clementi.

No one, it seems, can escape the unforgiving gaze of the Internet, where gossip, half-truths, and lies take root and fester.

We have created, to borrow a term from historian Nicolaus Mills, a “culture of humiliation” that not only encourages and revels in Schadenfreude but also rewards those who humiliate others, from the ranks of the paparazzi to the gossip bloggers, the late-night comedians, and the Web “entrepreneurs” who profit from clandestine videos. We can tweet a revolution in the streets or chronicle achievements large and small.

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