Wednesday, 28 March 2012

Flashback

Vintage is back in. Here's my look:


Here's how I did it:

1) Hair: volume, volume, volume!
In my opinion, the hair really made the look.
2) Eyes: winged liquid eyeliner. Very simple.
3) Lips: red, of coarse.
4) Wardrobe: dress with ruffled shoulders.
 I thought the stripes and backless back added a nice touch.
5) Try it yourself! It's really quite fun.
I added a little bit of "pin-up" flare to mine. Use your own style to make the look your very own.

Children on the internet?!



Should children really be allowed on the internet? At what age is it appropriate, if at all? How can parents make sure their children are safe?


I can't answer any of these questions, which makes the idea of children on the internet even more frightening. Surely an 11 year old should not be allowed to have a Facebook page.


But to my disliking some parents do allow their young children on the internet and onto social networking websites. It makes me wonder, do parents really have any idea what goes on on the internet?


I do. When I was 14 I had an internet stalker, who found me on a social networking website! He was hacking my webcam. Imagine my horror when I found out... I was still a child. Whether a 14 years old is considered a "teenager" or not, it cannot be denied that I was a child. I was still my parents' baby. This is one of many reasons I am so skeptical about children being allowed to access the internet.


Today, this issue was brought up again when I was merely just looking at my "news feed". On the side bar of my page (on a social networking website) a beautiful young lady I know popped up. What was her most recent activity? She had posted a picture of herself on a group for "beautiful teens".


Out of curiosity I clicked the link, and had a look at this group. Okay, it wasn't purely out of curiosity. It may have been more out of suspicion. But regardless, what I witnessed on that page proved I had a reason to be suspicious.


On this specific group teens (still children, remember) post pictures of themselves to be judged by other so-called 'teens' (these people can be pedophiles for all we know).


An overweight teen had posted a picture with a very nice description of herself, what mental abuse she had endured due to her weight, and a message that said she still loved herself despite the bullying. I found it to be very heartwarming so I decided, against my better judgement, to write a nice comment: yes, she was beautiful, no matter what others had to say. Almost immediately I was attacked by a malicious teenage boy. Not only did he attack my kind words but he attacked the girl calling her a "troll" and saying some very vulgar things that I will not repeat, as I am disgusted... I am embarassed to say that I engaged in a short-term argument with a teenage boy. It was just too much for me to handle! Seeing these people jump on this confident BEAUTIFUL teenage girl.


"Trolling" is the term these activities. I mean, they even have a name for it. This is a hobby? Wait, wait... People do this for fun? They go on groups, look for people to make fun of or praise for their beauty?


Again, against my better judgement, I scrolled some more. There are some very overtly sexual posts on that group. Teens saying sexual things and posting provocative pictures.


Finally I came to a girl who had a beautiful smile. She looked young enough to set off a red flag in my head. I glanced at the comments. She was only 11 years old! 11 years old?! This kind of thing should be illegal! Her age was brought to the attention of her 'viewers' when her parents wrote a comment addressed to the people who had said both rude and sexual things!


That was it! I had had enough!


Now I'm left to sit here and ponder, "what will I do when my daughter is older?" Surely I can't allow her on the internet, but will I be able to stop her? How can I protect her from this kind of thing? What other dangers are there out there I have yet to learn of, or might never learn of?


Again, I tell you, I have no answers... And that scares the living dead out of me...