My working example for the past several years of a New Yorker
Internet-related cartoon has been “On the Internet no one
knows you are dog” — spoken by one canine as he is typing on
his PC, no doubt using some form of doggie IM. Well, I am
going to have to update my mental cartoon archive — a more
recent panel featured two guys in a bar, one saying to the
other “I can’t explain it — it’s just a funny feeling that
I’m being Googled.”

Well now, my world has changed. We live in scarier times.
Mistrust is everywhere. What better way to check out a
potential girl/boyfriend than to Google them, as first
reported in the New York Observer about two years ago?
Some people call this Google dating.

You can read the entire essay here.