The world of words is full of material of uncertain authorship, some venerated as Gospel- literally. I mean literally literally. The Bible is a work of anonymous scribes, much of it clearly apocryphal. Yet it's not only cited as a source for our morals and laws, it's referenced on legal tender, used on the witness stand as a goad against lying, and hauled out at the inaugural podium- divine proxy for winners to swear by.
It was claimed by one writer on this site that an opinion was null and void because the handle used was not authentic, not declarative enough. The charge of coward was brought forth more than once.
Ladies and Gentlemen, let's give a big round of applause as we bring to the stage, the cowards: Bob Dylan, Voltaire, Mark Twain, George Orwell, Dr. Seuss, Jon Stewart, Pablo Neruda, Toni Morrison… Those names seem too pop and modern? The Federalist Papers were written anonymously. And The Tao Te Ching, The Mahabharata, and countless more world treasures.
That veiled authorships persists, must mean there is good reason for opinion to be offered on the author's own terms. But this is all becoming threatened in a time when our DNA can be harvested and sold to corporations, and every electronic utterance is recorded somewhere, and known to somebody…other than the intended recipient.
If someone wants to share their given birth name in publication, and the rules allow it, that's fine by me. It makes the value of the words no less or greater in my mind. But to insist on that before weighing the opinion on its own merit seems needlessly controlling.