"Nate, wake up. Your phone keeps going off."
This was two months ago—Monday morning, 4am—and I was asleep. But I remember what happened vividly. A decently hard nudge from my girlfriend did what technology couldn't, and I woke up to look at my phone. It showed two missed calls from unrecognized numbers alongside a slew of texts. I took a quick glance at the earliest unread message.
"Hey, 8chan has doxxed you," it read. "Message me on Twitter for more info."