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So.. let’s say that you know a nine year old boy. TOTALLY HYPOTHETICAL, of course. And let’s say that you learn that this nine year old boy had a Facebook account set up for him by his mother.
Let’s stop there and assess.
1) Terms of Service for Facebook require that this hypothetical 9 year old be 13 years of age in order to actually even HAVE a Facebook page.
2) He is not, in fact, 13. He’s NINE.
Okay, so here we are. And you ask why he has this Facebook account, and the response is: “Well, his friends all have them. And he doesn’t have any pictures up. He wants to play FarmVille.”
1) FUCKING FARMVILLE?
2) Okay, so I may have an ethical stance on Farmville that clouds my judgement here.
3) His friends? ARE ALL NINE YEARS OLD.
4) We’re totally condoning lying about your age on the internet here. And that’s a GREAT example to set prior to puberty.
Thanks for that assessment. When asked about security settings, the response is: “Oh, no. He’s safe.”
1) I’m online enough to know a thing or two about the internet. Um, HALLO, it’s sort of my job.
2) Within two clicks, I had found his account and had opened it.
3) Within another click, I had searched him from Google.
4) One more click took me to all of his friends’ pages, where I could see status updates, pictures, and up-to-the-minute LOCATIONS, thanks to FourSquare integration.
So this hypothetical nine year old has this account that opens him up to a world of the internet.
What say ye, internet inhabitants? What do you think?