I have no issue at all with adults protecting children. It's an important responsibility.

But this policy is pure silliness.

Adults are now going to start telling other adults how to supervise children in their own homes? That goes way too far.

I'm excitedly waiting the next policy from this school. Perhaps no one will be permitted to eat chocolate at home because of nutritional concerns?

Even better, this school could endorse Bugs Bunny jammies, but ban all Taz slippers. Goodness knows we wouldn't want parents making any of their own decisions for their own children.

Private schools can do what they want in terms of policies, but that doesn't mean they're free from public criticism for silly choices.

Yeah, one of the things that surprises me about this situation is that the parents seem to be going along with it. Even aside from the basic issue of my own responsibility for my children, I'd certainly want some say in my children's education if I were paying that much money for it--especially the part of the education that takes place at home.

I decided to click on the poll associated with the story and the votes are running nearly three-to-one against the school's policy. At least the general readership of the newspaper isn't quite so reactionary as are the parents of the school. Conversely, I think that's the right word, last fall I think I heard of this happening somewhere but where and when escapes. Something tells me we have a trend in the making.

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Whew, if you ask me, these good folks in Bloomfield Hills know exactly what they're doing. You've got to nip this stuff in the bud before it starts germinating all over the floor in electrified puddles. But you can't stop with MySpace. You really have to ban the whole internet, because everybody knows the internet is for porn. MySpace is really just a giant prostitution ring.

The motto should be: Glue, Not MySpace. And I'm talking the high-quality airplane stuff. Oh, trust me, they know all about that in Bloomfield Hills. Elmer's. Ah, the memexories.

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If you've ever made balsa wood airplanes, which I suspect you have Matt, then you know that the stuff you paint over the tissue paper you cover the wood with is dope, yes, dope. That explains a lot now, doesn't it? Airplane glue is for sissies, or people on Myspace in Bloomfield. Dope is for the internet!

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Ahem, Brad and Plat Matt: Have we been dipping into the school paste again?

Well, school paste is really the key here. As well all know, the internet is a series of tubes, right? (Ex. YouTube, uh, ConservaTube). So, you just dab a little Elmer's on a Q-Tip into that RJ45 and you're got yourself a blocker much more effective than Net Nanny (which we suspect was smokin' marijuana cigarettes on her days off anyhow).

In all seriousness, I grew up in a small village in northern Louisiana chocked full of Pentecostal fundamentalists. Those girls couldn't wear makeup, watch TV, listen to the radio, or even braid their hair (which they weren't allowed to cut). The guys weren't much better off, as you can easily imagine given the former. Compared to that, being lynch mobbed for MySpace is downright Mayberry.

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