I’ve covered murders, grisly accidents, airplanes falling out of the sky and, occasionally, dirty politics. But in nearly two decades of journalism, nothing has made my insides churn like seeing what my 13-year-old daughter and her friends are up to on MySpace.com.
As I’ve written before here on Blog Herald, MySpace is nothing more than an online version of what teenagers back in my small town of 2400 used to do after school on a street corner, or down at the school parking lot, or out behind the baseball field. Granted, there’s more folks on MySpace than in my hometown by far.. but there’s little that I couldn’t do within my small circle of friends that I can do on MySpace.
Including sharing obscene pictures, arranging for sex, swapping stories about boys and girls, arranging dates, or getting drugs.
Honestly, the MySpace overreaction in the media is getting a little old.