![]() "In terms of privacy, we lost that a long time ago," said the sage one. Some celebrities were not happy about it, claiming the information it provided was untrue and that they feared for their personal safety. There was a lone voice of reason in CNN's report, and it belonged to one Rob Lowe, who pioneered the accidental sex tape at the 1988 Democratic National Convention. If you had a close encounter with a big-name celebrity in New York City, you could map it on Gawker Stalker Maps, a celebrity-tracking Google Maps mashup. Hosts on "Showbiz Tonight," CNN's entertainment show, gave Gawker a ration of pruny-faced disapproval - which is odd, since one could argue that two decades of nonstop TV infotainment is what got us here in the first place. Still, alarmists worry that everyone will now be deputized in the Paparazzi Wars, in which no famous or semi-famous soul is ever safe to leave the house. There's at least a 15-minute delay, sometimes hours longer, which should give the star time enough to scurry away. Gawker Stalker Since its launch in April 2003, the feature has grown into one of the most popular article topics on the site and drawn heavy criticisms for celebrating celebrity stalking. ![]() Gawker's people said deploying an army of stalkers isn't as heinous as celebrities and their handlers make it sound. Gawker got bigger, hungrier for more eyeballs, and Stalker faded from prominence a few years ago (more or less). 27th St., Ma 11 p.m.: Amy Sacco (sporting bangs) quickly rushed Lindsay Lohan through the more then overcrowded room to her table of serious underage drinkers. Thanks!" (Followed by lat 'n' long for GPS nerds.) Another: "Lindsay Lohan - 515 W. He was sitting with two women, but was talking to the waitress like crazy. An hour later, he's seen shopping in SoHo by another volunteer Gawker, who relays this info, and the chase begins anew.Ī recent example: "Moby - 227 Sullivan St., Ma 8 p.m.: I saw Moby eating at Sacred Chow. And, in the famous person's worst nightmare, a bunch of us say to ourselves, "Hey, that's the Starbucks right down the block," and we hustle there for a glimpse, or to take more pictures, or whatever else goes into our vision of a celebrity encounter. It posts it right away and pinpoints the location on a map, and now everyone knows. The master plan went something like this: You see Jake Gyllenhaal waiting in line at the 'Bucks, so you text this breaking news to Gawker, perhaps with a snapshot. New York-based, king among gossip blogs, was criticized by stars and their publicists last month for enlisting its savvy readers to contribute to its Stalker feature, a real-time dish on celebrities spotted around Manhattan.
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