Facebook: A place of unwanted confrontation
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I am sure you all know about this new and fun way of communication. Facebook. It helps people get in touch with overseas family and friends. It makes communication fun. It’s also a great way to stay in touch.
Now in this cool website, loads of fun things can be done. Some of these activities are also meaningful. For example: A group that can be joined to “help save children in Africa with just one click!”… sounds respectable.
In these groups are loads of discussion boards where random users talk to each other about the subject. Now, new groups can be created for or against the subject. For example: “why not help children in America?”
When this has occurred, little did people know that “hot debate rooms” were created that instant and little did the creators of the website know that they placed this responsibility in the hands of teenagers.
I, myself have visited these “debate rooms” to see what it was like. What I saw was sick.
People were yelling at each other for the reason that they disagreed with their views on the subject. Swearing, insults, crude remarks were all a part of this madness. Most of these kids were under the age of 16. No one reported anything they were saying.
If I remember back to my old life skills classes I would classify this behaviour as cyber-bullying.
It all starts with these petty name-calling messages to one another and then it escalates to a new level. There have been many cases around the world where teenagers have committed suicide due to these small confrontations. Now my problem is why anyone doesn’t want to do anything about it. If this behavior continues, it could lead to a serious incident and large consequences will have to be paid.
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I did the same thing as a teen. The same thing was done to me. All of us knew it was just for fun. The difference i think is that all the arguing and shit was done in person and not over the net, unlike todays kids. Oh, we had parents that gave a damn too.