Visual after approval. Ooopsy, rejected.

Ahh the blogging world.. a wonderful place to write, to share, to have creative power. And yes, a place to express.
Which is what I did on a post I read recently.
About a mother searching ( read raiding) a 17 year old son's room, after finding a crinkled up condom package in the laundry. She proceeded to search his room only to find oodles of condoms, ( that's a shocker) taking a picture of said condoms and posting it. ( had to laugh, he thinks ahead and often judging by the amount.)
Then blogging about how she caught her son in a lie. He stayed overnight at a girl's house when her Mother and sibling were away.
Mother threatened to tell the girl's mother about the evening.
Son breaks off with 'love of his life'.
Anger, heartbreak and misery. For son, for girl,for son's mother who was lied to.

Yes.. the right to blog about her upset over it, the right to express.

Which is what I did when I commented on it. I expressed in my humble opinion that perhaps it might not be her place to tell the girl's mother. (remember it's only my opinion here, I'm not talking for the masses)  That searching through his room was probably not the wisest thing either. (I was thinking more like invasion of privacy, especially over condoms)  That the end result would be to push her son into 'hiding'. I gave praise to the boy for being responsible and respectful of the girl by protecting them both. And I asked what the legal age for consensual sex was in her area. I was truly curious. It's 16 where I live.
I wasn't agressive in my response, I wasn't looking to stir. I was merely stating my opinion. Damn, I raised two teenagers, been there, done that. ( I thank GOD every day I'm done the teenage years, they are h a r d and they suck. period)

I hit post and was directed to a captcha, which is never required for posting on this person's blog. Ahh ok, she only wants back up responses. I knew there was NO way my comment was going to be posted.
Sigh.

I have to wonder what boy of 17, on the face of this earth, wouldn't lie through his eye teeth if he had the chance for a hot night of lovin', unrestricted?
And to be responsible enough to wear a condom? I say this because the boy who got my daughter pregnant 3 1/2 years ago said to her, upon learning of the pregnancy, 'I hope you die in childbirth, bitch'.
Yes.. miraculously he lives today and he's still not much of a 'father' figure in the child's life. However, I can see it was spoken out of fear and immaturity. Oh don't get me wrong, I'll never forgive him for it but I know where it came from.

I learn new things about the blog world on a weekly basis. Some good, some meh.. not so much, others not so surprising. This one falls under that category.

I mean no disrespect to her in this blog, on the off chance she comes a'visiting. She rarely does.
And yes, she had a perfect right to choose not to publish my comment, to raise her son as she deems fit but me thinks she's in for a change in her relationship with him.

How about you, my bloggy friends, do you add a captcha to your comments? (They drive me nuts by the way. But I do understand why some might need it.)  Would you have posted my comment if it was your post? Do you only want sunshine and roses on your blog? ( I am allergic to 'pollyanna' types so if you are that, I don't follow you, sorry ) Are you able to logically see another side and opinion to your own?

As an FYI, my kids take great pleasure these days in telling me what they pulled as teens. Things like my eldest taking my jeep for a spin at night, when I was fast asleep, without any sort of licence. Or her happening upon a boy youngest daughter was making out with in her bedroom, chasing him out of the house then down the street with said jeep. Or youngest drinking my vodka with a friend,straight up, replacing it with water then going out and puking their guts out in the bush.
Oh I can go on... and on... and on. Get my drift?
We laugh, sometimes I cringe but we all agree; those little turds of mine are lucky I'm only finding out about this stuff now.
However, we never did shy away from birth control. The topic or need for it. Yes, my lil Boo was an oopsy but always was/is/will be a blessing.