One of the most interesting facts about the invention of the internet is the level of self-expression that it affords us. “We’re all publishers now” as the pundits say. But I can’t tell you how often I have gotten to the precipice of posting a Tweet and then pulled back when a little voice said, “What if your current boss or a future boss sees that thought.” It happened just now. I was about to start a post about a dumb thing that a religious leader in my faith community did. A lot of my views about religion cut against the grain of many of my coreligionists, so I hesitated and started this blog instead. But this is not the first time that has happened. Part of me longs for a world where there is no judgment. Just today I heard about another young trans-gendered person committing suicide. There is a tiny part of me that wishes I had the courage or the conviction to be a martyr. And then I ask myself, “Is Donald Trump a martyr?” Clearly not. I think most of us wish that he was not so liberated. Here’s a person so privileged and entitled that he apparently can say whatever pops into his mind, the rest of the world be dammed. There is a communitarian aspect to self-censorship that is little prized in this era of unwieldy self-expression. But restraint is a virtue too.