What's in a name? The Australian Census is upon us once again, and once more it's got my dander up. Every time this event rolls around, the Bureau of Statistics make a big song and dance about how all information collected is kept private and confidential, and no Census data or results may include identifying information. This is all well and good. It gives me warm fuzzy feelings of security. But those warm fuzzies don't last too long. Why? The first question on the Census form, that's why. Despite the government's protestations of privacy and confidentiality, the very first question asked calls for identifying information. Now, why is that question necessary, if the information may not be used in census results? The official answer is twofold. First, so that Census collectors may address me properly when speaking with me, and second so that information on family membership may be gathered. I call bullshit on both reasons. I have seen several Australian Censuses in my adult life, and not once has a Census collector ever had the need to address me. Yes, the collectors have spoken to me and I to them. But just like any stranger who comes knocking on my door, I did not give them my name and I did not care to know theirs. Census collectors have no need to identify me. If they want to talk to me, they do not need my name. There are well-established social conventions for addressing a person whose name is not known. Surely it's not too much to ask that collectors follow them? So let's take a look at the second part of the justification for asking for names and addresses. They want to guess at family membership based on family names. This is utterly ridiculous. The Bureau has the opportunity to ask specific questions on the census and yet they claim that names will help them determine family membership. It would make far more sense to include a question that specifically asks for the relationship to other Census respondents. There is nothing meaningful about family membership that can reasonably be drawn from the fact that two people do or do not share a family name. I have the same family name as thousands of people to whom I claim no relationship. I have a son and daughter, both of whom have different family names, neither of which is the same as my own. And until quite recently, my sister did not have the same family name as me. Having established that neither stated reason holds up to even the most perfunctory scrutiny, it's quite reasonable to assume that there must be at least one other reason that the Bureau of Statistics wants my name. If that is indeed the case, keeping it secret is doing nothing to engender my trust. Therefore, it is once again time for my little pentannual episode of civil disobedience. In previous censuses, I defaced the Census form and did not answer any questions at all. I see that behaviour as rather childish and petulant, and I like to think that I'm somewhat more grown-up now. This time, I will fill in the Census form, answering all questions except the one(s) requiring my name and address, and place my form in the supplied privacy envelope with a copy of this document. -- blubrick, 27/07/2011