One morning, I was sitting in my comfy bouncy chair, living my G Rated life. Music playing, the dog by my side, the parrot chattering.
I open up my dashboard thingy after having made a purdy pixture for you folks to look at as well as a backstory.
There are plenty of sites that are nothing more than a picture a day or a list of them. I look at those as well, they’re great to fill up your computer for when the screensaver kicks in. I must have close to a gig of them, who knows!
There was a nag link at the top of the page. I rarely look at them anyway, most folks don’t look at nags I suspect. Twenty years of being trained to ignore adverts or simply blocking them in my case, and you get that way.
The link pointed me to a page that was titled “An update on the Blogger porn content policy“.
I laughed. Out loud even.
I may be noisy, but I have never posted that kind of content here. I could. It’s legal. At least it is at this point in history, tomorrow could change that.
The original change in policy was fielded to gauge reaction I suspect. The reality is that “rude” is in the eye of the beholder. There are some people who look at this blog every single day, others less frequently. I know of one person who complains about it loudly, although never to my face. Apparently I cut a little close to the bone in one or more comments about them.
No, I won’t say who.
Never anything that would even be considered a Hard Parental Guidance Rating, at least in my mind. If it would get past the censors on the big three TV networks in the more enlightened parts of this backwards sliding country that I live in, I will post it.
Apparently I can now. Well thanks, I can let my artistic nude flag fly I guess. It’s not for me, but it is for many people.
There are plenty of blogs out there that have restricted or adult content. Some are simply to excite the reader, for however long it takes them to finish their visit. Others are to educate about health or perhaps anthropological issues. After all, teenage children would keep select copies of the National Geographic under their beds for private reading back in the day. It was actually a plot point at the beginning of the movie Porkys II. While seeming random, the plot of that movie is strangely parallel to the whole discussion of whether rude content should be allowed in the movie or not.
That sort of excitement is easy to find. The educational sites are more important, and that is why the internet exists in the first place – to share information among people who are interconnected no matter how distant.
It doesn’t really effect me here, I’ll continue to write the kind of things that Mrs Grundy in her small town may be interested in reading, but if you need that kind of medical or anatomical information that is hosted on a blog somewhere and somehow connected with Google and Blogger, it will be safe.
Sure, I’m vague, but I don’t need that sort of information right now. The last time I went for “medical” information it was to diagnose my brake problem on my Jeep Wrangler.
Besides, the kind of excitement that the 1950s teenager found in National Geographic is so prevalent and so easy to come by these days for free online, that you just don’t need me taking pictures of body parts and slamming them up in 16 million colors with my website URL hidden semi-discretely on them.
I’ll remain here, G rated, for all the world to see.
You may return to your regularly scheduled rude websites now, Google‘s fine with it.