Steppy II has become a user of the Social Network phenomenon that is facebook. He's been on it for about a week and a half, and at last count had 86 "friends." For reasons that will become clear, we went through them this evening. There are about eight he doesn't actually know. There was one we have removed completely after a wee chat about the conversation we'd had last week in relation to the caution to be applied in the 'cyber'-world when one is only 11. The girl, who "looks about my age" and who approached him unilaterally, claiming to live in Washington DC has now gone.
An overreaction of ludicrous proportions; but a piece of theatre to make the point.
Anyway, the provocation for this little expedition around his facebook account came this evening after tea. One was looking at one's own facebook account, and the endless parade of status updates, when one espied a change in Steppy II's.
I showed it to Mrs Graph. "One knows not what to say!" quoth I.
"Too right, " she replied, with a slight smirk.
"Steppy II", I asked... "How was your day?"
"Good? Wow. Why was it 'good'"?
"Well, you know. Fine".
Concerned to ask again, in case it nose-dived from 'good' to 'fine' to 'average' to 'poor' to 'fucking horrible! All right?' I changed the subject.
"What have you done since you got in?"
"Nothing? What about homework"?
"What about X Box"?
"Yeah. X Box".
"What about facebook"?
"Are you sure"?
"Are you totally sure"?
"Well, your facebook status changed 47 minutes ago".
"What!? Are you sure"?
"Yes. I'm looking at it".
"Well I didn't... What does it say"?
I glance at Mrs Graph. She shrugs.
"What does it say?"
"Erm... Have you given someone your password"?
"Well, I think you probably have, even if unintentionally"
"I have NOT! But why? What does it say"?
"It says... erm... 'I love willies'."