This has felt like a heavy week all around, so I wanted to wrap it up with a little levity. My favorite article this week was Michelle Slatalla's New York Times piece, "These Naughty Gifts Don't Clutter a Closet." She put the utter absurdity of Facebook applications into perspective, as she described the various virtual Naughty Gifts that one can send to friends, "thigh-high black platform boots...foil-wrapped condoms, black thongs and cans of something called Mr. Whipped Cream."
You see, in real life I've been talking to mom-friends quite a bit about Facebook, and everyone is confused about what standards to use to judge your own kid's behavior when it comes to online personae. Most parents find they have to settle for something decidedly less dignified than they would normally accept.
After all, if you get a call from the principal saying that your teen was "throwing poo" at school, that would be cause for major alarm. But for teens online, it's just another fun way to say hi. Slatalla turned the tables on her family by in some very un-mom-like behavior on Facebook herself.
The end of civilization as we know it? Probably not. Michelle Slatalla gives me hope that parents might even survive with an intact sense of humor.