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Dec. 4th, 2007 07:40 am[I'm leaving this post public for a few hours, eventually I will put it under a f-lock. Maybe.)
Just in case anyone was wondering, I'm not doing any stinking voluntary screening of my journal. I'm a god damned adult so people can assume that anything I post is for adults. My profile warns people.
Although I believe that a society has the responsibility to provide for the general safety of children, I refuse to be responsible for other people's inability to monitor their children on-line. If the idea of talk about sex, kink, alternative lifestyle and he general rantings of a (sometimes) madwoman will warp the delicate minds of little Hortense and Percy.....lock 'em in a box like veal.
Any posts that deal with explicit material (heck, most of my posts for that matter) are f-locked and that should be sufficient. This idea of "OMG! UR WURDS MUST B LABLED AS DURTY BCUZ OF THE KIDZ" is nothing more than censorship and I put it in the same category as book burning.
Fuck That.
Let me end by relating a story. As I have mentioned, I was raised in a fundamentalist Christian household. I mean like crazy fundie. No Christmas, no birthdays, very austere. My mother was the model of probity. when I was about 10 my mother and 2 of her friends accidentally took a group of us kids to an R rated move (Macon County Line, in case you're wondering. It's a long story about how this could happen but trust me it wasn't intentional and all three women were horrified when the movie opened with a bare breasted woman asking her lover to return to bed.)
Anyway, the next morning, we were driving to church, the whole family in the car, and I turned to my mother and asked her what the word "screw" meant (one of the lines in the movie referred to someone who, "screwed his daughter." Nice movie for a 10 year old, heh.) Did my mother freak out? Did she curse the film makers or the theater for showing such filth? Did she wail about how the world was destroying her childrens' innocence?
Nope.
She calmly said, "That word means a man and woman are having personal relations with each other. It's a vulgar word and not one that we use in our home." Question answered. (She told me in later years that she almost died when I blurted the question out. I never noticed it.)
I might have a huge axe to grind about a lot of things my mother did but this was one of her shining moments. My mother lived with the attitude that she was responsible for setting the moral tone for her children and incidents where we were exposed to something outside the her moral limits were an opportunity to discuss and reinforce what she believed; she seized it as an opportunity to parent.
It's too bad more parents don't adopt her attitude.
Just in case anyone was wondering, I'm not doing any stinking voluntary screening of my journal. I'm a god damned adult so people can assume that anything I post is for adults. My profile warns people.
Although I believe that a society has the responsibility to provide for the general safety of children, I refuse to be responsible for other people's inability to monitor their children on-line. If the idea of talk about sex, kink, alternative lifestyle and he general rantings of a (sometimes) madwoman will warp the delicate minds of little Hortense and Percy.....lock 'em in a box like veal.
Any posts that deal with explicit material (heck, most of my posts for that matter) are f-locked and that should be sufficient. This idea of "OMG! UR WURDS MUST B LABLED AS DURTY BCUZ OF THE KIDZ" is nothing more than censorship and I put it in the same category as book burning.
Fuck That.
Let me end by relating a story. As I have mentioned, I was raised in a fundamentalist Christian household. I mean like crazy fundie. No Christmas, no birthdays, very austere. My mother was the model of probity. when I was about 10 my mother and 2 of her friends accidentally took a group of us kids to an R rated move (Macon County Line, in case you're wondering. It's a long story about how this could happen but trust me it wasn't intentional and all three women were horrified when the movie opened with a bare breasted woman asking her lover to return to bed.)
Anyway, the next morning, we were driving to church, the whole family in the car, and I turned to my mother and asked her what the word "screw" meant (one of the lines in the movie referred to someone who, "screwed his daughter." Nice movie for a 10 year old, heh.) Did my mother freak out? Did she curse the film makers or the theater for showing such filth? Did she wail about how the world was destroying her childrens' innocence?
Nope.
She calmly said, "That word means a man and woman are having personal relations with each other. It's a vulgar word and not one that we use in our home." Question answered. (She told me in later years that she almost died when I blurted the question out. I never noticed it.)
I might have a huge axe to grind about a lot of things my mother did but this was one of her shining moments. My mother lived with the attitude that she was responsible for setting the moral tone for her children and incidents where we were exposed to something outside the her moral limits were an opportunity to discuss and reinforce what she believed; she seized it as an opportunity to parent.
It's too bad more parents don't adopt her attitude.
