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So, elljay has decided to play mommy.
My mom is one of them weird "parenting" types, who actually takes care of us kids and yells at us when we don't let her know where we are and prevents us from watching R-rated movies and reading porn and stuff like that.
This is because she's a pretty awesome person, and a WONDERFUL mother. She did good with us, and she's done a pretty good job of following the traditional "Once you've raised your kids, stop." thing, and letting me make my own mistakes up here in the scary Boston-land.
So I gotta say, she's awesome. Part of this awesomeness, is that she ocassionally gets parents of the younger kids in our groupthing (most of whom are starting to get to be about ten or eleven) asking for advice.
One of her friends was asking for advice one day about her oldest daughter (G) being thirteen(?) and starting to use the interwob. This is roughly I think what mom told her.
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Start by putting the computer in a public place. Tell G that she is not allowed to have any passwords on it, and that you can, if you want, sign onto her desktop and look at her browser history.
Tell her that if she ever clears out the history, (and you'll be able to tell) you will treat her as though you found something inappropriate in said history and enact whatever punishments you think nessecary.
Then, on ocassion, look into the history. Check websites you haven't heard of, to make sure they're safe. Talk to G about inappropriate sites, and websafety and nettiquitte.
Really, the whole of the advice boils down into one word: Parent. Parent your kids, don't expect the rest of the web to do it for you. It's laughably easy for a child to get into wobsites they don't belong at, so it's really up to the parents to make sure that the children know better.
Gotta say, livejournal, this really shouldn't be your job. Also, being able to make other people's 'inappropriate' entries dissapear? You deserve the spamstorm you're about to get.
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Ohhh, this post made me giggle. Warning, NSFW text and bad advertisement.
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What is the name of your house/apartment/whatever? I tend to use names when I can (The Conservatory, Ednoria, Fozzie Corner), although most people don't seem to name their living spaces, which is a shame. I myself hail from the Empty City, though I'm currently staying in an unnammed* dorm room with Grace.
~Sor
MOOP!
Posts to come:
An analysis of WriMo in general and this month in specific.
Some sort of post about the fact that I've been spewing babble all over this journal for the last week or so
My consolidated info post
*I feel compelled to tell you that I typod that as "nunnamed". I...don't know what to say. Maybe my subconcious thinks I look good in black?
PostScript: If you want a Christmas card, go tell me so
My mom is one of them weird "parenting" types, who actually takes care of us kids and yells at us when we don't let her know where we are and prevents us from watching R-rated movies and reading porn and stuff like that.
This is because she's a pretty awesome person, and a WONDERFUL mother. She did good with us, and she's done a pretty good job of following the traditional "Once you've raised your kids, stop." thing, and letting me make my own mistakes up here in the scary Boston-land.
So I gotta say, she's awesome. Part of this awesomeness, is that she ocassionally gets parents of the younger kids in our groupthing (most of whom are starting to get to be about ten or eleven) asking for advice.
One of her friends was asking for advice one day about her oldest daughter (G) being thirteen(?) and starting to use the interwob. This is roughly I think what mom told her.
***
Start by putting the computer in a public place. Tell G that she is not allowed to have any passwords on it, and that you can, if you want, sign onto her desktop and look at her browser history.
Tell her that if she ever clears out the history, (and you'll be able to tell) you will treat her as though you found something inappropriate in said history and enact whatever punishments you think nessecary.
Then, on ocassion, look into the history. Check websites you haven't heard of, to make sure they're safe. Talk to G about inappropriate sites, and websafety and nettiquitte.
Really, the whole of the advice boils down into one word: Parent. Parent your kids, don't expect the rest of the web to do it for you. It's laughably easy for a child to get into wobsites they don't belong at, so it's really up to the parents to make sure that the children know better.
Gotta say, livejournal, this really shouldn't be your job. Also, being able to make other people's 'inappropriate' entries dissapear? You deserve the spamstorm you're about to get.
***
Ohhh, this post made me giggle. Warning, NSFW text and bad advertisement.
***
What is the name of your house/apartment/whatever? I tend to use names when I can (The Conservatory, Ednoria, Fozzie Corner), although most people don't seem to name their living spaces, which is a shame. I myself hail from the Empty City, though I'm currently staying in an unnammed* dorm room with Grace.
~Sor
MOOP!
Posts to come:
An analysis of WriMo in general and this month in specific.
Some sort of post about the fact that I've been spewing babble all over this journal for the last week or so
My consolidated info post
*I feel compelled to tell you that I typod that as "nunnamed". I...don't know what to say. Maybe my subconcious thinks I look good in black?
PostScript: If you want a Christmas card, go tell me so