This article irked me today. It is out of USAWeekend, a little flier in the Sunday paper basically. I found it while clipping coupons this morning. It's titled "Facebook 101". It is a very short little article talking about how you can connect with your children by using Facebook.
Let me preface this by saying that I much prefer Facebook over MySpace. Several years ago, my husband was using MySpace and wanted me to start a page, so I did. And I was appalled at the amount of inappropriate images and advertising that would appear when I would visit pages. It bothered the husband too, but he wanted a way to communicate with old friends, so he tried to ignore it.
I decided I could do without MySpace. I basically made my own page, and then never went back. Except to check the husband's page every once in a while. Then he started Facebooking instead. Hallelujah. Now he hardly, if ever, checks his MySpace page. I checked out Facebook and wasn't nearly as offended by its content. I haven't been convinced to spend time making my own page yet, maybe I'm a little jaded by MySpace still.
Anywho, I prefer Facebook over MySpace. Now, about the article. After explaining to parents how to sign up for an account, it says this, "...Your child may not rush to friend you, but you still can communicate via the Facebook version of e-mail or ask if she'd be willing to use "privacy settings" to limit your access to parts of her page. For example, perhaps you can see her online photo albums but not the notes friends post on her "wall" (an online bulletin board). Even if your kids won't grant you an all-access pass, you may be pleasantly surprised to find their pals "friending" you, offering new connections to your children's world." (Emphasis mine.)
Seriously, one question came to mind. Who is in control here? You better believe the only way my kids would be getting to use Facebook would be with me having an "all-access pass." You can bet your bottom-dollar on that. There you have it, my soapbox today.
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