The Internet: Smut for Dummies
by Stuart Taylor, Jr.
Just after the big March 19 argument at the Supreme Court on the constitutionality of the Communications Decency Act-which makes it a federal crime to "display . . . patently offensive," sexually explicit words or pictures on the Internet "in a manner available to a person under 18"-I was interrupted by a phone call while perusing the plaintiffs’ brief.
It was my Internet-cruising, 12-year-old daughter, Sarah. She burst in while I was rereading the part about how the best way to protect our kids from wandering into the pit of Internet smut is not government censorship or regulation, but the sort of parental control software that you can install on your home computer or get for free through services like America Online.
"Dad," demanded Sarah, "what have you done to America Online?"
Uh-oh. What I had done, inspired by the litigation, was to activate the "parental controls," by clicking on various boxes that did things I little understood.
"You’ve ruined it," Sarah complained. "I need the IMs. That’s the funnest part. Dad, you can trust me."
IMs? Huh? I turned off the IMs? What the hell are IMs, anyway? (Instant messages, it turns out.) In any event, it seems that the "parental controls" had not only slammed the door on the smut peddlers, and the art museums displaying racy nudes by Mapplethorpe and classy ones by Michelangelo, and the like; they had also shut Sarah off from private, real-time discussion groups with her online buddies. (Here’s hoping they’re all really kids, like they claim to be.) So now there will be no peace in my home until I undo the parental controls (pending further study of whether I can fine-tune them), swinging the doors open to the whole vast, anarchic, wonderful, variegated, democratic, interactive, participatory Internet-porn and all.