The arrest Sunday of Emily Leatherman, the 33-year-old woman who allegedly has been stalking actor John Cusack (and has also been known to hang out in front of Tom Cruise's house) was creepy enough, but also oddly quaint.
I don't want to make light of stalking. It's a serious crime that can lead to violent, even lethal consequences. And Leatherman, who has been accused of forwarding her mail to Cusack's house as well as throwing a bag containing love letters, rocks and screwdrivers over his fence, presumably didn't choose her methods in order to seem like an old-fashioned girl.
But in the nearly 20 years since California made the physical act illegal, the concept of stalking has become so ubiquitous that it takes someone like Leatherman to remind us what the term actually means. Whereas old-school stalking requires at least furtive peeping from behind bushes and at most the antics of Glenn Close in "Fatal Attraction," the trendy new incarnation is all about honoring personal space. Whereas traditional stalking is about getting attention, about declaring yourself, it's now about remaining invisible. The idea is to learn as much about a person as possible without asking him any direct questions or, in some cases, even meeting him face to face. The idea is to know everything about that person without giving him any sign.
I am, of course, talking about the kind of stalking that involves not restraining orders but Internet search engines. It is often referred to as cyber-stalking, Web-stalking or Google-stalking. It usually means just typing someone's name in a search box and uncovering such juicy bits as his finish time in a 10K charity run or an article about strategic brand management that he wrote for a company newsletter in 2005.
As benign -- and banal -- as these actions generally are, the word "stalking" still seems to apply. That's because "research" or, more accurately, "procrastinating at work" don't do justice to our compulsion to feed our curiosity, indulge in mischief and pretend to be some geeky version of Magnum P.I. Because Web-stalking, unlike old-fashioned stalking, requires neither elaborate subterfuge nor cab fare (it was Leatherman's refusal to pay for her taxi ride to Malibu that tipped off authorities this week), we're free to dig up what we can on anyone whose name springs to mind while we're drinking VitaminWater and staring at the cubicle wall.
