Yes, I know it's late, but I've been having too much fun on Twitter. So, sue me. Never knew this stream of consciousness crap could be so much fun. Never been called Professor English before, come to that.
Anyway, today I'm going to address the half-assed notion that social networking sites are filled with dangerously unstable lunatics who might cut your heart out as a sacrifice to the Evil Goddess Mamalapinga, crazed rapists ready to do horrible things to their victims' ears, and forty-year-old virgins doing unspeakable things to themselves while announcing the fact to all and sundry. There might even be.....( shudder ).... ravening Catholic bloggers ready to reinstate the Inquisition! EEEEK!
Well, let's put it this way. Given the millions of people online at any given time, maybe there are a few of each type. You pays your money and you takes your choice.
Sure! There are a lot of nuckinfutz dipshits lurking around cyberspace. You have to practice caution just like you have to do anywhere. You'll only run into problems if you're the sort who thinks the Easter Bunny will shit eggs for you if you agree to meet him in a dark alley at midnight. Use common sense and you won't have to worry about it.
There's something else that sticks in my craw about this whole tempest in a teapot. ( I was going to say "tempest in a pisspot", but that's such a perfect way to describe Frank Iero that I think I'll save it for the right opportunity. ) The very same loons, goons, and buffoons are still out there, whether they're online or not. I'd just as soon keep them busy leaving anonymous comments and starting flame wars than lurking in alleys and hanging around schoolyards. Much less trouble that way.