I decided to take my nighttime, kiss-my-kids-and-tuck-them-in hat off, as cozy as it may be. I did a costume change. I threw on my detective-spy-take-no-prisoners cap on. The official teenager addition.
I snuck over as fast as I could and followed a link that my child posted on the forbidden-to-me Facebook page. I won’t give any hints as to which child I’m talking about due to the embarrassment factor. Not my embarrassment, the kids! Anyhoo…it led me from Facebook to this other place called Formspring.me. *Smacks forehead*
Holy. Fucking. Crap.
These kids. At 12, 13, 14. No wonder they’re getting knocked up and infested with creepy crawly venereal diseases. Not my kids…yet. I’m just sayin’. In general-ish.
The stuff that I found on there. The questions. The answers. Were so inappropriate and vulgar and repulsive and suggestive. I was dumbfounded. Horrified. Shocked. And I may have thrown up in my mouth a little.
There were questions like: “Can I suck your (sex organ)?”, Sex Juice, Nom Nom, Does your business leak a lot, I want to touch your privates. And then, my personal favorite…AssRape.
This is on my child’s Formspring.me. And the questions were answered with things like, C’mon. Omg. Etc… But still. They were answered. And most ended with a LOL. I HATE LOL.
So. I screamed. LOUDLY. (In fact, you may have heard me) At my husband. To my husband. To make sure that he gets the point across to our children know that Formspring is unacceptable in our home. Because really, they don’t listen to me. He’s louder and maybe a tad bit scarier. So anyways…It’s just another place to Sext, to bully and to get into trouble. Also, it’s a cesspool for pervs and sex-offenders. Because we needed more of these types of worrisome places for our kids.
I sent Facebook messages to my kids in question. I let them know that we know. And if they don’t rid their Formspring accounts, that we would rid all ways for them to access it. My husband did more of the in-your-face pointing and threatening action. The kid in question did not understand why the Disciplinary Parental rings were activated and Dad took the shape of the bad guy and Mom took the shape of the “whatever he says” person. Because, well duh Mom and Dad, it’s MY page. I didn’t post those questions. *Bats tear filled eyes innocently* It’s sometimes really hard for me to keep off my slap-the-kids-senseless gloves.
Friends, this is a bad, bad place for our children to hang out. Keep an eye on your kids if they have accounts there. It is so raunchy and wrong. Well, the couple of accounts that I saw there were.
Now I’m going to have to go to the store and buy myself a Cape of Super Awareness and Glasses of Eyes Everywhere.
I suggest to you, if you haven’t already, at least put on your Sneaky Parent Detective Cloak and, well, sneak.