As I read this article on Slate this morning, I found myself at times unable to read the words. My reading comprehension problems weren’t due so much to the content which I was reading, but because of this persistent thought that kept going through my mind over and over again, as persistent thoughts do…
“I think I am glad I raised Teddy before there was much on the internet.”
Sure, without the internet and its blogs and forums we were isolated.
There just might be something to isolation.
Sure, without the internet there might have been less information available.
There just might be something to less information.
Because, oh my, we were spared the politics, the camps, the us v. them, the spreading of hatred, the spreading of lies. My goodness, I don’t think we lacked information, I think we were kept from misinformation. Continue reading