The other day I ran into a neighbor while I was walking my dog. Bacchi, my rescue poodle, looked adorable with his shiny new summer haircut, but me? Not so much. I looked every bit as hot, sweaty, and bedraggled as I felt in the 100-degree New York City heat. I didn’t realize I was being filmed until I noticed a tiny light pulsing on his sunglasses. And to tell you the truth, I didn’t like it.
It’s hard to believe there was once a time when looking lousy or embarrassing ourselves in public was shared with only a few trusted souls. Now, we run the risk of being filmed everywhere we go. Usually, an obvious, hand-held phone lets us know we’re on camera, but smart glasses, like Ray-Ban Meta, have altered the privacy landscape and further eroded the social contract between friends and strangers alike.

