This is a really interesting paragraph from a generally interesting article (entitled Babes in the Woods) by Catilin Flanagan in this month's Atlantic:
In the essay, Flanagan covers everything from Perverted Justice and To Catch a Predator to Myspace and Club Penguin. While the tone is certainly concerned, it's not as hysterical as some treatments of the subject. Worth a read, if you happen to subscribe.
The primary engine of MySpace's stupendous growth isn't the Internet or the additional opportunities for cattiness it provides, but the fathomless narcissism of the young. There's no more ardent devotee of a MySpace profile than its creator, lovingly adjusting the lighting on the perfect self-portrait, changing the song that serenades it, the graphics that surround it. The page can speak broadly to others, but others are almost beside the point; every profile is a sonnet to the self. Today's girls spend hours looking at their MySpace profiles, fiddling and tinkering with them—much as I once sat in front of my vanity mirror, holding my hair up and letting it fall, smiling one way and then the other. For girls, the powerful need to be alone in their bedrooms—dreaming, writing in diaries, looking at themselves in the mirror—is married to a kind of exhibitionism. Why was I trying out my hair so many different ways, if not to calculate its potential effect on others? The Internet makes it possible to combine these two opposed desires: to be alone trying something out and to be exposed in public for everyone to see. A decade from now, a large group of parents may be telling anyone who will listen that this is a very dangerous combination indeed.
In the essay, Flanagan covers everything from Perverted Justice and To Catch a Predator to Myspace and Club Penguin. While the tone is certainly concerned, it's not as hysterical as some treatments of the subject. Worth a read, if you happen to subscribe.
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