Social media: The good, bad and plain ugly

I am deeply concerned about young people. I don't know how I would handle social media that was threatening and doing harmful things to my child. I know this begins at school but how can we teach children
to care about themselves enough not to feel threatened by others? How would I feel about my child not wanting to go to school because of the way he/she was treated by others? I would hope as a parent that I
would handle this situation as a caring, but firm adult.

When my daughter was 15 yrs old a male student a yr older, liked her and she didn't return his feelings. He, as a joke, went into the bathroom and wrote a very nasty note about her with her phone number. She found out about it after school and informed me. I was mad and told her I would be at the principal's ofc in the am. She stood her ground, and told me no; that she would take care of it. She went to the principal and asked if she could go into the bathroom and clean it off. He provided her with paint and a janitor to stand
in the door why she took care of it. That ended the teasing.
 

I'm not a big fan of social media. I have facebook which I usually just post pictures of the cats. I have less than 15 friends. I don't need every acquaintance to have access to my page and I have it set to private.

As someone who was severely bullied in school, I've actually thought of myself in this time of social media. Could it have been worse? Maybe. I like having a computer. Lived fine without it and could again I guess. Today I was at the grocery store and there was a probably mother daughter shopping. The girl (teenager) was just constantly looking at her phone. And I've seen this before. I think it's ridiculous.
 
F.B., or any of the myriad of them, IMO have good and bad points. But, the amazing amount of time spent on them, much of it wasted time, surely does not help with the "obesity epidemic". Seems folks are COMPELLED to go ahead and post something, anything, just to have done so, like a commitment to it, or something. Why would others care to know, for example, what was eaten by someone else for breakfast? :rolleyes: imp

Edit: Spelling error; I hate those!
 

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I joined FB earlier this year at the nudging of family members. Have a total of 39 friends. It amazes me what some post of FB. Some will share every silly article or video they see. Or they will post pictures all day long of their daily life. Most of my family and real close friends do not do this, but a condo neighbor of mine does. She has over 3k friends on FB. I don't know if I've met 3k people in my lifetime.
 
I just signed up with Facebook and personally I think it's great. I've been able to see what my close friends and family are up to which brings me joy being that I can't really get out and about on my own to go see them as often as I'd like :(
 
I just signed up with Facebook and personally I think it's great. I've been able to see what my close friends and family are up to which brings me joy being that I can't really get out and about on my own to go see them as often as I'd like :(

Agree, and understand. I should be more careful about generalizing hastily, as I did above, blaming FB for the degradation of daily living! Sorry. The computer is certainly a boon to those folks unable to roust about, anymore. imp
 
Facetious? Or, you mean it. Cannot tell which. Seems to me, but then, WTH do I know anyway, that forums are just another type of social networking, no? :( mo.

facetious.... Love how people talk about how bad social media is when they are here every day... It's kind of ironic... but irony seems to be running rampant today..
 
Quick, I should have guessed as much! A fellow Chicagoan! Although, I really should add, "ex", in my case. The camel's back would no longer take additional strain, for me, way back when the Prudential Tower was built, then the tallest downtown building (I think). The County Assessor was revealed by the Chicago Tribune, to have assessed the building at huge discount value, presumably to suck up a bunch of graft dollars. OK, it happens. But then, he was re-elected to office! It was time, for me, to bail out. No offense intended, or no intent to be demeaning to Chicago, please be aware.

Born & raised in Berwyn, left at age 30. My Morton High School, buddy, Charlie, remained there, and has kept in touch all these years. He lives near Ridgeland, 6400 south, not very far from Midway. Strange, how personal tales have unfolded. He married after age 40, his new wife of less than a year suffered a fatal stroke one morning upon waking up. Charlie is 5 days younger than I, my B.D. coming up in a few weeks.

Would you care to reveal which medical facility you are associated with? I am intimately familiar, sadly, with Cook County Hospital. imp
 
Quick, I should have guessed as much! A fellow Chicagoan! Although, I really should add, "ex", in my case. The camel's back would no longer take additional strain, for me, way back when the Prudential Tower was built, then the tallest downtown building (I think). The County Assessor was revealed by the Chicago Tribune, to have assessed the building at huge discount value, presumably to suck up a bunch of graft dollars. OK, it happens. But then, he was re-elected to office! It was time, for me, to bail out. No offense intended, or no intent to be demeaning to Chicago, please be aware.

Born & raised in Berwyn, left at age 30. My Morton High School, buddy, Charlie, remained there, and has kept in touch all these years. He lives near Ridgeland, 6400 south, not very far from Midway. Strange, how personal tales have unfolded. He married after age 40, his new wife of less than a year suffered a fatal stroke one morning upon waking up. Charlie is 5 days younger than I, my B.D. coming up in a few weeks.

Would you care to reveal which medical facility you are associated with? I am intimately familiar, sadly, with Cook County Hospital.

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You are a suburbanite.. I was born in "The City" Five blocks from "The Lake"
 
I have a story I might post, about a seriously traumatic medical event which happened long ago in Chicago to a young man of 19, who was luckily pulled from the clutches of a Specialist, an Oral Surgeon, by his ultimately wise Father. The proposed procedure, a Caldwell-Luc Radical Maxillary Operation, was cancelled. Knowing of your medical background, I thought you might like hearing the story. That's why I asked rather personal questions, sorry if that was offensive. The web of events following my Father's saving me from it, was astounding, and reached an amazing conclusion 35 years later at Chicago West Suburban Hospital, where I had travelled to say good-bye to my sister there. imp
 


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