Safe in anonymity...or are you?

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You come to mylot and start a discussion. Before you know it, you're ranting and raving, chatting and chilling, sharing and caring. You're completely content in the knowledge that your identity is anonymous. Nobody is going to be hunting you down and murdering you in your bed. You are at ease. You're safe in the world of the interwebz. And then your husband raises his eyebrow and drops the bomb. "Do you know how much information you've let leak about yourself?" Um, what? I've been REALLY careful here. I've only let slip what I WANT to slip. Minor, little things that can in no way be tracked down. He gives me that look again. "Really?" I ask, genuinely concerned. "Is there a database where they store information on redheaded women? Housewives that have 6 children? People look like stick figures?" Okay, that was were the genuine concern switched to snark. But the fear was still there, lying silently, ready to attack. Dang it. I've been too trusting. Too friendly. And now we're going to have to move to another state so nobody knows where to locate us. Maybe even another continent. Because there could be the slim possibility that someone might, eventually, figure out who I am. Or maybe, from now on, I'll just be veeeeery careful about the stories I tell and the details I give. I will become vague and mysterious. And to anyone here who might ever figure out how to find me, please keep in mind that I learned how to wield a frying pan from Rapunzel and my grandma taught me how to protect myself with a wet noodle. When those powers combine, well, I'll just leave that to your imagination!!