Remember ? We said the word deets, wore bandage dresses, got hooked on Words With Friends? And Democratic U. House Representative Anthony Weiner "accidentally" he claimed tweeted out a photo of his penis? And then, on June 6, , he held that press conference saying my name as a woman he sexted?
And then, the Internet hated me so much that I had to sleep with the lights on and a baseball bat next to the bed in case the trolls came for me IRL? In , a lot of us wanted to look like Jersey Shore cast members. On that day in June, I was 23 and working as a social-media manager for a global PR firm with a major airline client in Dallas. Apparently, a man in his 40s, who knew my full name and address, came by asking when I typically return home from work.
Disturbed, my building manager got his phone number for me. I dialed it immediately. Get exclusive access to fashion and beauty trends, hot-off-the-press celebrity news, and more. Apparently, a woman with the name Meagan Broussard pronounced—and initially misspelled in the media—like mine who lived in Texas and was also in her 20s had been involved in a scandalous online exchange with thenyear-old New York congressman Anthony Weiner.
To be with your boyfriend? After that, all I could do was sit back and watch my online reputation burn. Women shared how they thought home-wreckers like me should die. Men with usernames like phelon added me to their mailing lists for unsolicited genital portraits.
By the early afternoon, I had received close to new friend requests on Facebook—one of whom had a rotting corpse in a wheelchair as a profile picture. My Facebook wall—remember when we wrote on those? At least I could count on my hometown friends to recall the goody-goody reputation of my youth and balk at the absurd allegations of me as a high-profile Jezebel, right?
