Friday, January 05, 2007

 

Mind-Boggling keylogging

I get a daily newsletter from the Washington Post and an article they've featured for a couple of weeks is recommends that parents use keyloggers for kids on the Net. I understand the dangers unsuspecting kids can get into. However, I'm quite in favor of personal privacy and am horrified at the thought of parents being so nosy.

I don't envy parents today and certainly keyloggers would let you know what's going on. Since I'm well past teenage years and don't have computer literate parents (or kids), this isn't something I'd *need* to worry about.

Personal privacy, learning limits, making good decisions are all a part of growing up. And sometimes you don't get the experience to make good decisions without making a few bad ones first.

Random and rambly, I know.

Comments:
Being a parent sometimes sucks. However, privacy is a privilege not a right. Someone working at the BFC should be keenly aware of this.

My eldest just received her first laptop with Internet access. She has been told that every keystroke which is sent across the wire is being recorded and reviewed. She doesn't like the idea much, but being a kid sometimes sucks. Her safety is more important to me than her unbridled freedom and/or privacy. I have offered her the small freedom to know that nothing that she writes or draws locally is being logged, so that she may have some modicum of privacy.

I wouldn't send her to the mall unsupervised. I won't send her to cyberspace that way either, even if she does throw a tantrum ( which she recently did ) about me not trusting her.

There are no absolutes. One day the network monitor will come off and she will go the mall without her paternal escort. However until that day she has three options: trust my intentions and accept this, distrust my intentions and accept it or rebel against it. It's the same options that she has always had with my decisions. That doesn't change why or how I do these things.
 
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