I creep. I admit it. Isn’t it a sign of good parenting? Kids put shit out there. Do they really expect we aren’t going to read it? I visit my daughter, M’s, Twitter daily, which is fine—she follows me, too. Her posts are pretty mundane.
But sometimes following a conversation leads me to creep on other kids’ sites. I visited the Twitter feed of a former best friend of M’s. This friend—let’s call HER Katy—is a train wreck. Her feed is full of angst over when and where she is going to score a cigarette, having the munchies, “drinking Coors Lite like it’s juice”, bragging about driving drunk, and skipping school. It is highly doubtful that her mother has ever visited her site (it’s not set to private) since she refers to her as slang for female anatomy.
Katy was baptized in the Big Popular Baptist Church a couple of years ago. She went through True Love Waits and went to summer camp at Liberty “University”. After her sins were washed away in a big trough in front of hundreds she was supposed to receive a new spirit. I guess the one she got was defective or something.
Some of the other kids we know who went through the programs mentioned above have taken it much more seriously. They are turning into upstart little fundamentalists. Honestly, I don’t know which case is sadder.