It's Dinnertime, 8:15 pm at the Wilson's at our Eldorado home in Santa Fe.
We had some dear friends over to our place that we haven't seen in a few years and they brought their kids.
I don't have a Wii or a Sony Playstation 3, so I loaded up Safari on my iMac and let their kids chat with a few of their friends on Facebook. Their parents said it was okay. I watched them for a few minutes then I disappeared to the deck to monitor the grill.
35 or so minutes later, we've enjoyed a healthy round of Bar-B-Q beer brisket, two helpings of german potato salad and were about half way into the desert course. The big kids (us adults) were enjoying creme brulee with fresh kiwi fruit and mint and the kids are eating a bowl of ice cream when Sarah, the 8 year old asks what F**** Cry Babies means.
Bobbie, the seven year old shows his middle finger to everyone at the dinner table and sneers.
Let me tell you something. Shock and Awe do not come anywhere close to describing what came next at our dinner table.
Time stood still for an eternity as I watched Sarah's mom and dad turn beet red with astonishment then complete embarrassment. I literally dropped my creme brulee bowl on the dining table, shattering it into a dozen pieces, splattering my shirt with specks of yellow pudding.
We all sat and stared dumb founded for a few seconds. It just seemed like an eternity.
Finally, Sarah's mom managed to regain her composure and asked Sarah where she learned this, and she said on Uncle Bart's computer when she was on FaceBook.
Sure enough, she was right. Here's the screen grab below. My apologies if this offends a few people.
The part that makes this entire situation a bit unusual is the fact that Bobbie and Sarah's family are Church going, God fearing people. If Webster could display a single photo when you look up the American Family -- trust me, their family photo would be in the Dictionary.
They are good, honest people with wonderful family values. They are a picture perfect family including a Golden retriever, white picket fence and a house that has less than $40,000 mortgage left to pay off on it. The husband works and the mom is a honest to goodness stay at home mom. A real 1950's kind of Pleasantville kind of thing.
They closely monitor their kids when they use the computer. Their kids are very polite and say, "Yes sir," and "No ma'am," and this outburst from the kids learning this kind of foul language is not your everyday kind of dinner table discussion you are going to find at the Johnston's family home.
I've been on FaceBook for five or six months and I have never seen any Hate Groups. Zero Nudity. I'm an avid Facebook users and I am just wondering where this kind of language and nudity has been hiding before.
I don't know if FaceBook has relaxed their policies or not. All I can tell you my entire attitude toward FaceBook marketing has changed 180 degrees if this is the kind of Page content they are going to allow. We can install filters on computer to BLOCK Domain names. We do not (as of today's technology) have the ability to block specific content WITHIN a domain. If we do, Bart must have been out to lunch because I missed that one.
I'm all for free speech. I'm not a big fan of censorship, but what the Hell is happening to good manners and self control here in America? How can you protect your kids from stuff like this? I don't think you should let Facebook decide when it's time to start teaching nudity and what the F-word means to your kids.
Call me a prude, but this kind of stuff just isn't appropriate and I'm just wondering if any one else on Active Rain has experienced any of this besides me?
Sound off if you have...