Daughter signed up for a Facebook account a couple of months ago. [Shhhhh. It's a secret because she's not 13 yet. I know, right? She lied on Facebook? How unusual.]
In addition to having set up a sham account of my own to friend her with, I also, as a responsible parent, have her password to go in and sleuth around as if I were her. Why two ways of accessing her account? As the friend in order to see, in a morbidly curious way, how many of her idiot friends don't have proper privacy settings. As herself to look over her shoulder and swiftly correct any wrongdoings. Like the time she friended the real Taylor Swift. Right.
She is only allowed to friend people she actually knows. [I'd limit it to people she actually likes, but what's the fun in that?] And I know most of the kids -- mostly girls -- from her and Eldest's days in elementary school and their time spent doing time in middle school. I remember them as really sweet kids.
Man, have some soured. The language and references made by a handful astound me. I have to wonder if their parents have any clue what their kids are spouting for their friends -- and, frankly, all the world in some cases -- to see. Racist comments. Foul language. Sexual references beyond belief. Homophobic comments. They say things that would get my child kicked off the computer for a year at a time.
So when the lovely Daughter returns from her ski trip with the Girl Scouts this weekend, she's going to be directed to unfriend the most unsavory of the folks.
I waffle on whether to send emails to their parents about it. The part of me that truly believes it does take a village is currently being shouted out by the part of me that says if the parents are too stupid or too naive or, perhaps worst of all, too trusting of 13- and 14-year-old girls to be watching what their kids do online why should I step in.
Would I want to know if it were Daughter? You bet. On the other hand, I do know if it's Daughter. Because I'm actually paying attention.
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