Sure, we may have talked to a pedophile or two, but we lived, dammit.
This week, someone has started handing out badges on the tube.
The original chat rooms were popular online pickup scenes, the equivalent of an internet singles bar.
Once we could actually forge a connection, that is.There was no catching of predators, no online policing, just pure, unadulterated dangerous fun.If anything, our parents were more concerned with our tying up the phone lines than our online whereabouts.In one room we could be exotic 18-year old Brazilian twins working to get our modeling careers off the ground while in the next we could easily slip into the guise of a mysterious lonelyhearts Spanish exchange student seeking a nice middle aged office drone to. Sometimes we may have outed ourselves as the 12/Fs we really were, but in general the idea was to fool others into believing the bull we were serving up.I imagine parents everywhere would have been pretty uneasy to find that their young children were being approached online with the request to "cyber", but again, these were different times.At our house, there were three potential modem phone numbers with which to reach the internet, and we'd frantically alternate between our options, forever seeking a signal. No sooner than we'd heard that familiar robotically enthusiastic declaration "You've Got Mail!