Thursday, March 27, 2014

What is the real problem with ‘Generation Ask.fm’?

When I was younger, and wanted to bully someone, I needed to walk up to them on the playground, I needed to look into there eyes when I told them they were fat, or ugly, or that nobody liked them. I had to look at their face as I shoved them to the ground and kicked them. I had to see their expression contort with fear and pain. I had to experience them reacting to my words.

Now I admit, this isn’t something I spent an awful lot of time doing when I was on the playground when I was younger, and I can imagine that part of the reason I abstained from this behaviour is because bullying was a confrontation which required me to be there, taking part.  That took a lot of nerve.

However, not long after I left the playground, the landscape changed.

No only did the confrontation side of bullying disappear, and not only could I do it from whenever and wherever, but most importantly, I could deliver serious blows without the victim ever knowing where this crippling punch came from.

Obviously my mindset has not changed, I know the face of someone who is hurt, I’ve seen it many times, whether in the mirror, or friends on the playground, I can connect to it, it is something very real to me, but having been questioned about the situation of students and Ask.fm, I quickly realised, that it is not real to them.

Ask.fm isn’t responsible for online bullying, it didn’t invent the concept; no one is responsible for the trend of online bullying, much like a pen and paper shouldn’t be blamed for the horrific notes that were passed around my class many years ago; however Ask.fm became a useful tool, something powerful, convenient for the behaviour of bullying and most importantly anaesthetised the reality of what a perpetrator is really doing.

No longer do we need to immediately watch someone suffer from our blows, we don’t need to see them trying to fight back the tears to remain strong, we can deliver our blows and imagine that they are being hurt by it, but it will never be a reality.

This has suddenly become very dangerous, not just because of the existence of ask.fm, or any other social media site that allows anonymity, but because right now, those who are just realising the concept being able to emotionally affect someone, can explore this new world completely numb to the true concept of a victim.

Not once will these newly realised bullies ever have to face their victims during the crime.

That is where the true danger lies.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011
In such a dynamic world, why do we educate our youth with the expectation that every question has a single, correct answer?
Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Something from Nothing

Childhood stories seem to shape our little minds at that age, our imaginations run wild and we often learn a lot more then the book’s words are thought to teach. It is amazing how we remember these little stories our whole lives, we remember the colours of the photographs and the paintbrush of words that filled our minds with images.
One of my favorite childhood books is a story about a young child who is given a beautiful blanket, made of brilliant blue fabric, he used it every day until was soiled, ripped and torn, “throw it out” his mother cried, but his grandfather was an excellent tailor, who hummed and hawed, ‘and so with a snip! snip! here, and a few stitches there’ the blanket is transformed into a jacket. As time goes on, of course, the boy, growing older, wears it to rags, grandpa again fixes it up from the rags, making a vest. Every time, he makes a beautiful article of clothing, smaller and smaller, until finally, he is left with a beautiful button. The boy loses the button one day, his grandfather could not help; you can’t, he says, make “something out of nothing”.  (Something from Nothing - Phoebe Gilman)
Though Gilman makes a wonderful point of proving you can always make something beautiful out of something that was, her book sets the scene for a lesson far intriguing then baby blankets and buttons. As you close the book, the boy is empty handed, however he is well instructed of how much use you can get if you just know that if you have something, even if it is broken and torn, it can be made into something beautiful.
This story shines a light on how far a simple thing such as a baby blanket can take us, this is a lesson that seems to be long forgotten in the world of the modern first world child.
Something has come to my attention as I visited slums all over Thailand and in parts of Cambodia; the children. The children play, and the children laugh, however no where in sight was a bright red plastic race car, there were no blue balls, or pink doll houses, they were left alone for the day with nothing, and their parents had gone off to work. Without fail, out of the rubbish laying in the street, space ships came flying, swords were drawn, horses galloped, and beautiful castles and fortresses were built. Something, that was just pulled out, from nothing.
On the other side of the world, a year earlier, I had the honour of attending planning meetings for green space in Jasper, one interesting presentation that I took part in, was for a play space for children. A company was giving a proposed suggestion for how to use the space. This company didn’t use bright red slides, this company didn’t build big yellow tunnels, his was a company based on the firm belief that the best play ground that could be built, is all around us; a log in a forest can be anything, a car, a horse, a fortress, a city. The world is the foundation. Our Imagination is the façade. Nothing drilled this presentation home more then those children in the slums. Walmart does not sell imagination. There is no need for imagination when we are actually holding a gleaming silver sword. Could this be why most children barley get it out of the package before they lose interest? The work is done for them, the play is gone, it is a plastic sword, not a toy.
However, there is endless satisfaction in creation, there is no end to what you can draw on a blank slate. The children living in the slums can truly show us that. In a place with nothing at all for a child, I have never seen so many young satisfied people. The excitement of creating something from nothing is experienced every day. Everyday they sew their baby blankets into a wonderful new adventure, a new creation to get them through. This is only something, you can create, with nothing.

Monday, April 5, 2010

The “Uneducated Youth”

In light of the upcoming elections in the UK, the BBC wrote an article on the possible amendment of the current voting age of 18. In 2004, there was discussion of lowering it to 16 years of age, however it was shuffled aside to be dealt with in 5 to 7 years. We are now currently sitting right in the middle of that time span, so the question has surfaced again.  There seems to be positive support on this issue, 16 and 17 year olds are allowed to work, have a family (age of consent in Canada -16), pay taxes and even (Canadian Military recruiting - 17) die for a country and a leader who they will not be able to cast a ballot for. Demos director Richard Reeves of the UK said, “Of the first 100 British soldiers to die in Iraq, at least six were too young to have ever voted in a general election.” This quote made quite an impact on me; at least 6% of fallen British soldiers didn’t have a chance to actively participate in the political process of which they just lost their lives for.
I began to think.
Recently I have been trying to get my head around problems in our society, drawing conclusions and trying to find answers. A common pastime, I am sure.  A rather rash conclusion that the aforementioned brought to me, took me to the trust our government has in its education system. The apparent belief is that we, at 17 years of age, are educated enough to have a family, work, abide by the law, drive a vehicle and partake in military action, however, we are too uneducated to cast a ballot. If there is a prime time for political participation, I feel it is those years right underneath the lawful age. The education system is already educating the youth on the procedures, and platforms (by the teachers code, this must be done in an unbiased way), youth generally show the largest dissatisfaction toward authorities, and are not generally the desired “catered to’s” of the government. So, with the whole ordeal fresh in our fiery minds, who would be best to decide on the future of the country then the generation who have to live in it the longest?
CBC news, “An estimated 59.1 per cent of Canadians cast votes in [the last] general election — a figure that appears to be a record low in the history of Confederation.” Enough said, with two extra years of voters and supporters standing in lines at the poling stations, we may just drag ourselves out of this depressingly apathetic voter turnout. With a cross over of two years between the mandatory education system, and word of politics, we could create a generation of passionate voters and active participators, citizens, which I am ashamed to say, Canada is lacking greatly.