I just had a thought...
I think it is quite possible that the reason why cybele and I agree on this, and disagree with you, is because we both managed to get ourselves in trouble quite easily, without the internet. I think that before the internet, the world of drugs and sex and teenage-depression was very much hidden from people who weren't actively part of it, or knew someone who was. It existed in words that were wispered on school grounds, codes carved into the doors in bathrooms, among groups of kids gathered on vacant lots when their parents thought they were at school... Perverts and drug dealers approached kids in malls, game arcades (remeber those?) ice-skating rinks, etc.
When I grew up, there was a tunnel near our house. Some of the things written on the walls in this tunnel would make much of what is posted on social media these days seem positively innocent. Parents didn't read this graffitti when driving through there - you couldn't.
I often used to hang out in a drug-dealer's flat that had walls covered with polaroids of girls in compromising positions and/or various stages of undress. Some of them I recognised from school. Some were really young.
Now, the internet is exposing this world to everyone, and its scary. But it was always there, and it was always scary. It's just less hidden now, and perhaps more permanent.
I think it is quite possible that the reason why cybele and I agree on this, and disagree with you, is because we both managed to get ourselves in trouble quite easily, without the internet. I think that before the internet, the world of drugs and sex and teenage-depression was very much hidden from people who weren't actively part of it, or knew someone who was. It existed in words that were wispered on school grounds, codes carved into the doors in bathrooms, among groups of kids gathered on vacant lots when their parents thought they were at school... Perverts and drug dealers approached kids in malls, game arcades (remeber those?) ice-skating rinks, etc.
When I grew up, there was a tunnel near our house. Some of the things written on the walls in this tunnel would make much of what is posted on social media these days seem positively innocent. Parents didn't read this graffitti when driving through there - you couldn't.
I often used to hang out in a drug-dealer's flat that had walls covered with polaroids of girls in compromising positions and/or various stages of undress. Some of them I recognised from school. Some were really young.
Now, the internet is exposing this world to everyone, and its scary. But it was always there, and it was always scary. It's just less hidden now, and perhaps more permanent.