I hate MySpace
...and Friendster and all those shitty "social networking" sites. I imagine a prerequisite for starting an account is a desire to connect with your fellow man and wanting to "network socially," whatever the hell that means. In my book, social networking is pretending you're a horny underage schoolgirl who's just looking for a little fun. At any rate, I'm the biggest hypocrite I know because I have an account at both sites. Friendster was my cousin's fault and MySpace is his fault. Let's just call him MySpace boy.
What's disturbing is that I went to MySpace and started creating an account today, but when I tried to sign up, there was a message stating that the email address I entered was already being used. Now, I would definitely remember if I created a MySpace account, and I know I didn't. Out of curiosity, logged in with the email address and used the password that I use for virtually everything else, and voila, I am logged into MySpace. Wtf?
I look at my profile and my full name is listed (not an avatar or screenname or anything else) and I realize that my name has been searchable in MySpace for who knows how long. Considering that I go by "Bluenana" here in the Forest, I think it' s a little obvious that I cherish and am careful to protect my privacy and anonymity.
Anyway, so MySpace boy's been blogging at this social networking site for some time now. I imagine the only reason he's insisting I get an account is so I can read his blog and be impressed by his obviously witty commentary. Don't get me wrong: he's one of the funniest people I know and one day he'll be making tons of money with that humor of his, but seriously? Get a blogger account!
3 comments:
My space is annoying! Rissy is finally getting chance to read this. Why didnt anyone call me about popeye before. I heard is getting better and still a bit traumatized.
thanks to you (i'm pretty sure--you and your magic link buttons) i now have 27 profile views (the day before you wrote this post i had 8).
Bavarian, perhaps if you actually answered your phone, someone would have bothered informing you. If you don't call, setup your internet access, or reply to emails, that's probably a clear indicator that you're destined to be out of the loop.
Don't worry, Popeye is fine. He's getting naughtier by the day, which is clearly a sign that he's returning to normal, and he even tried to bite my toes yesterday. He's just really happy to be home.
Moonrat, thank you but I highly doubt I had anything to do with that. It's your magnetic prose that caught an audience in this magical ether.
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