Ok. So, I’m new to the whole blogsphere, and had not really heard about MySpace until I saw it mentioned in a business magazine, and then I read a little about it in the news at bloggingbaby.

I had decided that I didn’t want my children involved with MySpace at all. I was glad they hadn’t heard of it. . .

. . . then one day, I saw Yanni all up on myspace. She was reading her friends’ blogs, and thinking about setting up her own. That was squashed.

Today I read on bloggingbaby about a 16 year old Michigan girl who met a man on myspace. She lied to her parents and somehow got a passport and ended up in JORDAN! to meet this*25 year-old man*!

Apparantly, the man turned out to be 20, and the girl managed to get her silly behind home.

Then she gets on Good Morning America proclaiming her love and intentions to marry this man! In a taped interview, the man also professed love, and said that the girl was going to convert to Islam, marry him, and move to Jordan. The girl, a Christian, didn’t comment on that whole conversion piece.

I had to read the comments to this blog. Surely there would be outrage and fear about what kind of trouble your children can get themselves into on the Internet!

But, instead, I read a few comments written by young women who met their husbands on the Internet, and, hey, look how well they turned out!

I was incredulous. Was I the only person to see that a child had gone out in the world and very nearly got herself killed, sold into slavery, or, at the very least, raped?

I wrote the following comment: I have so many problems with this. This girl is a CHILD. I don’t care how mature she thinks she is, what she did is very dangerous and childish. Of course she thinks she’s in love; this is the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to her. So what? Then she wakes up one day up to her elbows in dirty laundry, a room full of children, likely wearing a burka, wondering what happened to her youth. She was given parents to protect her from her own foolish judgement. It is sad to see them abdicating like this. If this is love, it can wait until she has some sense.

Am I tripping?  I mean, I can’t begin to think what I would do if it were Yanni. . .