A friend of mine updated her MySpace page and sent me an
invite to check it out. (Yes, MySpace is still around.) While I was looking it
over, The Girl was looking over my shoulder and asked “What’s that?”
Are you kidding me? How can someone not know about MySpace? I
was so stunned, I can’t remember if I even answered her. I became lost in misty
memories.
I fled MySpace years ago because it was being overrun with
teenagers. Like many, I found Facebook and sighed in relief to be able to be
social with adults I didn’t know. You all know how that turned out. Yeah. My
teenagers live on Facebook too. So once again I migrated to Google+ to seek
adult interaction. (Crossing my fingers and looking over my shoulder for
teenagers.)
In actuality, The Boy has found Google+, he’s just not
interested. He’s thirteen and not enough of his peers are there (yet). It’ll
happen. Teenagers are like some sort of plague and there’s just no way to
contain them in the eWorld. They’re better at it than we are. We’re
the generation that thought Tron was
neat for crying out loud! My kids got bored, said “That’s ridiculous, it
doesn’t work like that,” and wandered off, just as it was getting good. Now The
Boy is eyeing The Matrix and Caprica and I swear he’s wondering if he
could make that tech work.
I look at him sometimes and see The Terminator and Battlestar
Galactica in our future. Did I mention The Boy wants to work for Microsoft
and The Girl wants to work for Google? Hollywood
may be prophetic and is certainly giving them ideas, but we have social
media to blame for addicting them to the cyberworld. Thanks, MySpace.
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