thanks to everyone, and sincerely so, for lifting up Haley Anne and and our family through her ordeal the past twenty four hours. we know what we’re up against, and we are ready for it.
Aaron Masih said:
“Second, I firmly believe the strongest fathers are the ones who cry the most at the suffering of their children.”
Steven Thompson siad:
To weep is to make less the depth of grief – Shakespeare
and, there is so many more. mine are special friends, indeed.
meanwhile… not that I’m easily distracted, but I’m off Google and Facebook bashing for a moment while I investigate formspring.me.
What is formspring, you ask?
according to their website, the platform is described thusly:
“Formspring encourages people to find out more about each other in a simple and fun way. It starts by directly asking people original questions in anticipation of their entertaining or revealing responses. Responses can range from straightforward to surprising and can lead to understanding something more about the people you know or find interesting. Whether you are curious to know more about a college you are applying to, the movies your friend likes, or the stories of someone you respect, on Formspring, you can have fun, share insights, and relate to one another in a new way.”
what they don’t tell you is that the service can also be used as a platform from which vicious attacks can be launched, often anonymously at, well, anyone.
this social networking (by now with this, Facebook and other similar services being used as blunt-edged weapons, “social” strikes me as ironic) platform came to my attention a few months ago when one of Haley Anne’s erstwhile soccer teammates was directing awful anonymous remarks towards her, but forgetting to hit the “anonymous” option button. it’s almost comical. and, since I know this child quite well, I understand where the anger originates, and have always been able to forgive her because of that.
so… it was funny in a sad way until yesterday.
Haley Anne had her Macbook Air resting uneasily in her lap. she’s ever so sore. and, she said in a weak voice:
“Daddy, someone sent me a another formspring message saying they wish the problem in my stomach would just kill me.”
a few months ago, Haley Anne shared another exchange where another anonymous messenger lofted crude and vindictive remarks at another classmate around the mother, a rumored drug addition, lost husband and the kids weight issues.
[…sigh…], and […grrr]
yes… I’ll be springing into action over this, to be certain.
riddle: what is the difference between Facebook and formspring.me?
answer: I don’t care. they are both being used for evil and not properly regulated for content and age-appropriate and age-specific behavior.
I understand the internet is wild-west and open season in terms of pioneering open-sourced, well, anything. and, I don’t care, because I won’t accept that. especially when there are some obvious protective measures that might reduce profit margins, but might also reduce the abuse kids with low self-esteem might have foisted on them via unprecedented and relentless peer-driven initiatives.
NOTE: I’m going to pick up a new pair of special Oakley ass-whupping evil-internet-fighting sunglasses for the cause.
so… it’s brian cork (I use small caps in may instances because it’s not about me, it’s about what I do) versus the forces of internet evil. just so you know, for the moment, I equate pornography and social platforms like Facebook (and, formspring.me).
to be clear, it’s now me (brian cork) vs. the forces of internet evil. we have to use our super powers for good.
peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.
brian patrick cork