Thanks to my brother, who sent me a spooky link with “they know who you are” in the subject line, I now know that Spokeo does know who I am.
They have a very spooky picture of the street I live on (but not my house, or I’d really feel stalked), and they know exactly how many years I’ve lived here. They know how many children I have, and their ages; that I play sports and like to read; and that I have cats.
They’ve very kindly granted me a “graduate degree” (or maybe that means just college); they miscalculated my astrological sign (a rather weird bit of info to find in a demographic profile); and they tell everyone I’m “self-driven” (thank you very much).
But here’s the most interesting part. There are six people with the same last name living here: me, my husband, our two thirty-something children, and two other people, in their sixties, named Luke and Jean.
Polygamy? Multiple marriage? But maybe just a commune, because, get this: we don’t have central heating.