Yeah, poke that prude!

I think I’ve decided if it weren’t for the comic posts and acerbic wit of a select few in my friends list, I could probably live without social networking. Well … maybe not.

Social media sites continue to garner controversy. Sexual predators, murders, cyber-bullying. Stephanie Rice. But when it comes to censorship, is Facebook a prude?

Is Facebook a homophobe?

Recently, I posted a YouTube clip featuring a gypsy-esque woman flashing the gals and publicly cavorting in ginormous Nanna knickers. It was hardly offensive, but the good people at Facebook deleted it. And now it’s doing the rounds again.

Yet friends who also happen to be artists, photographers or event promoters have had their own work — and entire profiles — deleted. These are not offensive images, I might add. I don’t think they get homoerotic. In fact, I don’t think they get homo anything.

If the bikini-clad big titty committee is considered kosher, why does the delete key seem to go into overdrive at the slightest hint of gay? Even a simple male torso attracts the parochial scrutiny of the Prudebook cronies — unless there’s a busty broad in the same image, of course.

The fan page for DNA magazine was considered so steamy it was deleted. The third time in two years, apparently. Needless to say, this is far from pornographic material, and nothing that isn’t sitting next to the lollies at the local newsagent.
Conversely, the auto-suggest whatsit tends to make some colossal assumptions about pages and content we might like. No, Facebook, I’m not interested in another all-gay cruise. And no, I don’t want to use your friend finder.

It all just seems a little OTT. The net is crammed with risqué content, and kids will be kids. If they can’t find smut online, they’ll find it elsewhere. There are plenty of Net Nanny apps parents could use, but don’t. And the rest of us seem to be paying the price.

I’m inclined to start my own site and call it CockBook. I shall insist on a policy that prohibits small animals and kids doing cute things. Boobs and giney will only be permitted for lesbians, and I’ll encourage freedom of speech for all — which may or may not include a cornucopia of cock.

Poke on, booksters!