I was clicking a link that should have taken me to a review of a children’s book, when my computer screen flooded with porn. I couldn’t close the window fast enough or – judging by the speed with which other family members flocked to find out what on earth was wrong – shriek loudly enough. It was like the time I was stung by a bee and a neighbour not only heard, but was so concerned she knocked on the door to check no one needed an ambulance.
This time there was no bee – or burn, no broken bones, or even blood. I told the kids that I was fine. All that had happened was a link that should have taken me to one page took me to another, one with pictures that I didn’t want to see. I can’t remember if I used the word “nudity”, or the word “pornography”, or said something about “people without clothes on doing things I didn’t want to see”, but however I phrased it, they understood.
