Trials and Tribulations of a Houston Socialite

"I don't want Google knowing about me." My mother-in-law said this when she discovered pictures of herself posted on a site related to an event that she had recently attended. It made her very uncomfortable and afraid that someone would potentially stalk her. We explained to her that it's almost impossible these days to not be on the internet somewhere, even if it's just your name. Basically, if you exist, you're searchable.
 Not satisfied with that answer, she insisted that we find a way to "get her off of the internet".  We didn't know if it was even possible to "get her off of the internet", and we had no idea where to begin. My advise to her was to search for a cyber p.i. to handle the case, since it was clearly out of our league. My husband also suggested that she sever all ties with friends and family, use an alias, and always leave the house in disguise. (Yes, my husband is a smart ass.)
 To a socialite, life without parties, gallas, and other miscellaneous events is no life at all. So, when faced with the dilema of choosing between an extremely active social life and internet anonymity, her stalker fears miraculously faded, and her her social life won out. Her anxiety then turned to making sure that her "good side" is taken in photos, since Google now knows about her.