Bullet, So Not Dodged

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5 Responses

  1. Brett Bellmore says:

    “Colleges may ask for your Facebook password.”

    You’re kidding me, right? Do they also ask for the PIN to your bank account? Maybe a ream of blank sheets with your signature on the bottom, to round things out?

    Now, I don’t have a Facebook account, I leave that particular time sink to my wife, (Ten bazzion baby pictures and counting…) preferring instead to argue with people I’ve never met in blog comment pages. But had I one, any college that asked me for the password to it would instantly drop out of my consideration forever. The demand is just that outrageous.

  2. Frank Pasquale says:

    I was recently at a conference where a law prof mentioned that at least one student (and possibly more) was asked by the law firm he was applying to to give access to his facebook account.

    Here’s another case:

    I would not be surprised if this were de rigeur for large employers by 2020.

  3. Matt Lister says:

    1) Make her read the “Failbook” page (part of the Cheezeburger empire) for several days to get a small view of just a few of the things that might go wrong.

    2)Offer to compromise by allowing her to get a LinkedIn account for the first couple of years instead.

    (The first one is actually mostly serious. I don’t have a facebook account so can’t say much that’s specific, but that site really is a great collection of examples of ways things can go wrong, and then be seen by millions of people.)

  4. Logan says:

    I think we’ve already reached the point where you are ostracized for not having a facebook account. At least, if you are younger than about 30.

  5. Gary Boatwright says:

    Dude! You really have to get out of the house once in a while. Your daughter is so much more sophisticated that you are willing to admit that it isn’t even funny.

    I know it is hard to accept, but your job as a parent is finished. Done! Kaput! Over and done with! If you don’t trust your daughter with a facebook account, what do you trust her with?
    Your daughter is now in God’s hands. Like it or lump it, you have done the best you could. You can sit back and enjoy the show, or knock yourself out trying to make your daughter into the woman you wanted her to be, instead of the woman she became. Emancipation is a bitch, and then your children hate you.