Good Pictures, Bad Pictures
My oldest son was 9 years old the first time he clicked on a pop-up ad that took him to a thinly veiled p*rn site that was disguised as a video game. His dad saw what he had stumbled upon and told me he put protections in place so that couldn’t happen again. Later that year, when he was ten, a kid on the bus home from summer school showed him how to type in the word b**bs on google search, hit “images,” and see anything your mind could imagine. He didn’t tell anyone that he had discovered this and continued using an old iphone we had given him to play games on. Unsupervised. I naively thought my then-husband (who is a computer programmer) had secured our internet- because he told me he had- that anything there was to worry about would be filtered out. But I also thought it wasn’t even close to time for me to worry about any of my boys looking at p**nopgraphy. That would come later, at ages 15 or 16, right? I was so wrong. I will probably typ...