Good lordy. Two things I’ve gotta say:
- Forgive me, and I’m sorry for bringing what are probably my own issues into this, but I’m getting vaguely nauseous thinking about a father/eight-year-old daughter combo watching graphic adult sex hijinks together. That puts the “ick” in “squickiness.”
Yes, I’m sure there’s nothing wrong going on here, 'cause I strongly doubt roger thornhill would be bragging about it if there were, but personally? This is just giving me a case of the raging heebie jeebies. (It’s not helped by envisioning a little girl sitting on the knee of a Alfred Hitchcock character!)
- I have an eight year old niece, whom I’ll call “S” for no particular reason. Preamble: They don’t live in some remote Amish village, nor does my niece attend some elite repressed private/religious school – hell, she lives in Brooklyn and goes to a public school. They all lead a typically harried, middle-class NYC metropolitan life. Both parents work outside the home and since they have no household help or nannies, they make sure S. has lots of playdates, piano lessons and arts/crafts groups to act as babysitters and time occupiers until her Mom & Dad get home. (Dad fortunately can spend a couple of days working from home, so he’s around if S. has a playdate in their apartment or if she just wants to hang out by herself.)
Despite their busy-ness and city life, somehow S. is pretty much having a happy, fun and fairly innocent childhood. I’m happy to report that she has expressed no interest yet in graphic sex jokes and even less in spurting genitalia during orgasms.
I think the reason for this (IMHO entirely appropriate) ignorance/innocence is that neither the Web nor the TV are the default entertainers in their household. Sadly this is not the norm, at least so it would seem. But my sister and bro-in-law don’t have HBO or other premium cable channels, and the TV is not switched on the first second anyone enters the house. Actually, most TV viewing is in the form of DVDs or videotapes – S. loves DVDs of Harry Potter, Disney films, and especially movie musicals like The King and I and My Fair Lady or ballets like Swan Lake. Although admittedly, HGTV’s home improvement shows have long been a mom/daughter bonding experience. 
As for the Web, S’s time on it is largely limited to school hours (where she has a class in computers), and when she’s on the Web at home she’s generally supervised. And one or the other of her parents reads to her every night.
Her parents aren’t prudes or repressed by any stretch, and they answer any questions in a forthright and honest manner. They explain their decisions/beliefs without apologizing for them or dumbing them down. And perhaps most important, they have shown that they trust her by allowing for some compromises on some issues, if S. shows that she’s able to handle whatever it is that she’s seeking approval for.
In short, they show respect both for her and for the preciousness of childhood in general. I think S. senses this respect, and as a result she seems pretty trusting of them in turn, and understanding that sometimes the parents know best.
She ain’t a paragon, of course – they definitely have arguments when S. doesn’t agree! But when they tell her “nope, ____ isn’t really appropriate for you right now, give it a couple years, okay?” my niece basically shrugs and says “'kay.” Or rolls her eyes at the general lameness of adults – and still abides by their decision. A tantrum may be thrown now and then, but it fades away before too long.
Now I’m sure that’ll change in a couple of years, heh. S. is gonna be one hella handful very soon, what with her smarts, snarky sense of humor, confidence and independent streak! But for now I’m relieved to see that she lives a very age-appropriate, happily childlike existence.
All this detail is not to hold S. up as the Ideal Girlchild, nor to laud my sister’s unique brilliance at raising a child. I’m saying that even in this oh-so-sexually/vioently mature world, keeping your kids curious, intelligent but still healthily naive is not impossible – and I doubt it’s as rare as people seem to think it is. At least, I hope not.
Seriously, folks: whatever happened to letting kids be KIDS?