Nothing Ever Dies on the Internet

I’m still playing ketchup with nablopomo, which sounds a bit like something you’d order in a Mexican restaurant, doesn’t it?

You can read today’s post in Abu Dhabi’s newspaper, where I’m writing about the eternal conflict between innocence (my almost thirteen year old son) and experience (me, aka cynical mommy).  Youth and innocence wants to believe that his friends would never, ever spread anything of his across the internet. Cynicism and bitterness says…nothing ever dies on the internet, so be careful.

Shockingly, I don’t think he believes me.

You can read the piece here

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3 Responses to Nothing Ever Dies on the Internet

  1. Stacie November 9, 2013 at 11:19 pm #

    I have to keep reminding my 17 yo to pull certain photos off of Facebook when his friends tag him!
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  2. Marcy November 10, 2013 at 12:17 am #

    I love the piece you wrote. My teenagers have such different ideas of privacy than I have. They’re not that into social media, but I saw my 16-year-old answering a question from a stranger about how old he was. It was to apply to be a moderator on a gaming server. “Eek,” I said, “that’s some pervert sitting in his basement!” (Why I always picture them in basements, I am not sure.) We looked into it further and apparently it was a legitimate question, but my son didn’t give a second thought to revealing this personal information. But then I just revealed it here, too.

  3. Donetta November 10, 2013 at 8:59 am #

    I’m getting ready to go read your article right now. This is so true. I grew up in the 80’s and early 90’s where cable and call waiting were unreal. I remember I was around 12 or 13 and had hand written a note to my cousin who was the same age. This was when kids still passed notes in class instead of sending a text. My grandmother was washing clothes and I had left the note in my back pocket. So, she started to throw it away because she respected my privacy, but seen a few words on the paper that raised an eyebrow. She handed me the note, as my face turned scarlet, and ask me did I want to read it to her. Of course, I said no way. So, she ask me how would I feel if I’d dropped the note at school for other classmates or teachers to find. Or, what if my cousin had kept the note and then showed people. This really had me upset. She told me then, if I want to write my thoughts down on paper, then I’m taking the chance of anyone reading it. So write something that wouldn’t cause me humiliation. This was around 1988 and she never dreamed or lived to see all the social networks and how people can read your profile and know your life. The lesson was one I haven’t forgotten. I am almost 37 and there have been times I’ve had to rethink something I posted on Facebook because of how someone may react. Then I’ve went to delete it. I try to type as if the whole world will read my page tomorrow. Thanks for stopping by my blog on the prompt with Mama Kat.
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