Hey kids....

Hey kids....

FUCK YOU AND YOUR MYSPACE.

Myspace is something many people are familiar with. Teenager, adult, or anyone who's anyone has heard about it. The idea derived from a collective blog, a community where people can talk, share information, post pictures, etc. Of course, a collective blog derives from a life, which people do similar things. EXCEPT THIS ONE IS REAL. Take a collective blog, put some makeup on it, add a bunch of cybertards, and you get myspace.

Myspace is making me go crazy. Every single day I hear about it. The news, at school, through practically every form of media, I see it. And I don't want to. It's as if I cannot escape it. Around December 2005, one of my friends convinced me to get one. I decided to try it. That was probably the worst mistake of my life. The next day, I get people asking me if I had seen their comments yet, or if I accepted their buddy invitation. The thing that confused me is that people still think it%u2019s necessary to ask if I have received their comment. If it%u2019s so damn important to go up to me, why don%u2019t you tell me in person? The funny thing is, I didn%u2019t even tell anyone I had a myspace, yet people STILL found out. How, you might ask? That%u2019s right, by searching for me. In clear daylight, someone thought, %u201CHey, I should go and search to see if Alex has a myspace!%u201D That still sounds kind of stalker-ish to me, but apparently everyone does that. I learned the error of my ways, and just stopped using that piece of shit website.

Even after I stopped %u201Cmyspacing%u201D, it has not left me. To this day, people still go up to me and ask me if I have a myspace. And then there%u2019s my family and relatives who ask me what it is because there%u2019s some girl who was kidnapped on TV, which met a man through myspace. And there%u2019s another thing that bothers me about myspace. People are stupid enough to put their personal information up. And not just names and addresses, I%u2019m talking about half-naked pictures. Like any adolescent, I like my child pornography where I can get it. The problem is however, that e-Perverts on the net love that stuff. That means that while Brenda is posting pictures of herself in a bikini, old men are probably, if not definitely, looking at them. So you say %u201CWell myspace can be FRIENDS-ONLY.%u201D The thing is, a few old men probably invited you to be their friend and are in your top-8 as we speak. But these twats are too fuckin%u2019 stupid and just do it anyway. Soon enough they%u2019ll have a man in a tan trench coat standing at their door.

Of course the thing that bugs me the most about myspace, is that most users love the fact that they can post images and quizzes THAT THEY DIDN%u2019T EVEN MAKE. People say %u201COMG LOOK AT MY MYSPACE IT HAS GLITTERY PIX AND A QUIZ TO SEE WHAT SEXUAL DESSERT YOU ARE%u201D, while they haven%u2019t even put in the initiative to make something themselves.

Recently, I have been working on a myspace satire through flash 8, and I thought it would be funny if I would create a myspace that will tie-in with the cartoon. I create it, do absolutely nothing with it. About a week later, I find out that %u201CAnita%u201D has requested me to be her friend. I%u2019m pretty sure myspace is just a game to see who has the most friends. Whoever wins will get free tickets to the next Fallout Boy concert.

With all the overused html, glitter, quizzes, shitty garage bands, there are just oh-so many reasons to hate myspace. Within 48 hours my dreaded account will be gone for good. Goodbye myspace, my middle finger salutes you.