Growing up in the days of AIM, one family computer in the middle of the living room presented challenges. Not only did my siblings and I need to compete for coveted screen time, but we also faced a test requiring catlike reflexes and a ninja’s hyper-awareness of their surroundings - the parent over the shoulder. “Who is QTpie87?” “Are any of those chats with boys?” “Why does that say ‘bitch’?” We mastered the art of minimizing screens, of keeping more innocuous chats up long