I just spent a little time checking out myspace.com, and I feel like a used up balloon. Sort of flaccid, and stretched out.
My friend Deb sent a link to her page, which naturally had friends associated with it--including several young people who are not so young anymore. This is a picture of Hunter and Paulas daughter, Ione, from
her myspace page. I was 15 when I changed this kids diaper, and took her to coffee in a red flyer wagon, and dyed her green with jello powder to piss off all the uptight old people. Many of whom I now realize were probably, oh, about my age. She is older now than we were when she was born.
But she is sort of beautiful and blank on that site. In contrast, another girl, Aubrey, is vulgar. She is punk and crass, and very sexual in a stupid--no, be fair, 17 year old kind of way.
Which brings me to the crux. Do we want to know these sort of details about our kids? And, what's my fucking problem? See, I was more like Aubrey. And frankly, I was in trouble, but I don't think my folks needed a myspace.com experience to know it. Probably just taking a moment to notice whether I was on acid would have done wonders. I don't mean to rag on my folks though. More just this aspect of the open nature of the internet. I might have needed some positive action from my folks, but I sure as hell am glad they never had to see what a dipshit I was in my head. Oh god, or anyone else. You lucky people. I would have been a myspace junkie.
I don't want to be an old person, who is bugged by kids being crass. But I want those girls to be healthy, and be safe. Which sounds old to me. Sigh.