You know this is the internet, right?

Too often when I check Facebook or YouTube I see something that makes you think, “You do remember you just put this on the INTERNET, right?”

Just because you practice your sexy face in front of the bathroom mirror doesn’t mean you should take half a dozen photos and then put them on your Facebook in hopes that some cute boy will comment saying that you look good in that t-shirt.
Just because you want to have good dance moves doesn’t mean you should record yourself doing a little pelvis thrusting and little butt shaking and then put it on YouTube so that everyone can see how gangsta you wish you were.

You do remember you just put this on the INTERNET, right?
You do realize it’s not just the hot girl you met over the summer or the cute boy that lives three blocks away that can see this, right?

Your classmates can see it. Your friends, your enemies, your uncle in Colorado- they can all see it. Your potential employers can see it. Your parents can see it. Your teachers can see it. Be careful what you put online. Once it’s on there, it’s out of your control.
Besides…you do remember you just put this on the INTERNET, right?

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