On one side of the room is a steel-reinforced door guarded with a keycode lock and retinal scanner. Once you get on the other side of that door, you enter --
Democratic Underground.
I was actually silly enough to put my real email addy in one of my early bios back in the last century. I found myself receiving guest subscriptions to the Utne Reader and the Mother Earth News. Somebody actually took the trouble to do that. I have to say the mags were really nice about removing my name when I explained what happened but that was the last time I put anything obvious in public like that.