Did you ever google yourself, your name and images, to see what’s out there on Internetland?
Oh c’mon admit it, you have.
I hadn’t done it in eons until someone looking for another Patricia Gay recently came across my name on the internet and contacted me on Twitter.
Curious, I decided to google myself to see what would turn up. As I plugged in my name I started to get queasy. Would there be anything embarrassing or stupid? Perhaps my journalism career would be spotlighted? Or my former life as a chief elected official? Or worse, would there be nothing at all, as if I didn’t exist.
Click. The first google result for Patricia Gay was LinkedIn. I’m not on LinkedIn, so it’s not relevant to me, but it does yield results for other Patricia Gays. LinkedIn clearly has something masterful going on to be the first result on a Google search. Job well done, LinkedIn.
The next result was Patricia Gay on Twitter, and yes, that’s me! So I showed up second in the search. Wow, that was surprising.
The next result was Patricia Gay, an architect who studied at the Ravenscroft School and lives in London. Like George Costanza, how I wish I was an architect. I am so jealous of this namesake Patricia Gay. She probably actually understands Beowulf.
Next up was Patricia Gay, a tax consultant in California. She got two 5* ratings on Yelp for her expertise on IRS and tax issues. Another Patricia Gay who has brought more pride to the name than I ever will.
Then there was a Facebook Link to Patricia Gay the architect, and a Facebook link to a Patricia Gay from Canada.
After that there was a link to whitepages.com that says there are 197 Patricia Gays in the Untied States. WooHoo 196 sisters!
The next Patricia Gay listing didn’t surprise me. It refers to a gay club in Stockholm called “Patricia.” With my last name, it is the norm to get such references.
The final result on the first page was again Patricia Gay the Californian tax consultant. She’s so popular, if I have a tax problem I’ll give her a call.
Googling images scared me even more than googling my name. What horrible photos would surface?
I showed up eighth in the search. Patricia Gay numero uno is the executive director of the Preservation Research Center of New Orleans. She looks very cultured and smart.
Next was Patrica Gay “Patti” Tate, the sister of actress Sharon Tate who was murdered by the Manson family in 1969. Patricia Gay Tate became a victims’ rights advocate after what happened to her sister. She died in 2000.
The third was personal trainer Patricia Gay and her client Mariah Carey who she helped slim down and get back into shape. Oh, I need that Patricia Gay!
After that, there was Patricia Gay the tax consultant from California.
Then there was a mystery photo. There is a picture of a woman who was possibly a victim of terrorism in Argentina.
Number six was Patricia Ann Gay, a 57-year old woman from Jacksonville, Florida who was sentenced to 15 years in prison for killing her 4-year old grandson with a toxic painkiller patch. Ouch! Bad Patricia Gay, bad!
The image just before mine refers to a porn post.
My first Google image is my Facebook photo. Phew! There’s a few more Patricia Gays, another picture of me, phew again, not bad. Then some more photos, including one of Mariah Carey, and then a couple random photos I took that have my photo credit – a picture of Mark Cooper, the Westport Weston Health Director, and a photo of musical director Paul Bogaev who was called in to fix Spider-Man Turn Off the Dark before it opened on Broadway. It beats me why those two photos of the many I’ve had published showed up first in the search.
A few photos later there’s a picture of me at a cooking demo I did last month, serving up my new creation, The Weston Grilled Cheese. Phew, phew, phew.
All said, the search results for my name and images weren’t bad at all. And actually they were kind of interesting. I’m intrigued by a few of my other namesakes. May have to do some more searching.