I've succumb to the horrible reality that MySpace can make you or break you.I have hopped on the peer pressure band wagon and created a MySpace page.
If you have never used MySpace before, here's how it works:
1. You fill out a bunch of information about yourself in your 'profile'
2. You post pictures of yourself in front of a mirror using your 'blackberry' or wearing tired, tinted shades to make you look more like Bono (Dear Bono, still lovin' the music... still hatin' the shades)
3. You can create blogs for yourself to make you look more 'emo'
4. And lastly, you acquire as many friends as possible in your 'network.'
If you are going to make it in the MySpace networking world you have to take extreme measures... so you lie.
MySpace has made me a "celebrity" in the sense that friends have enjoyed reading my blog and sending me comments. With being a celebrity comes the harsh reality of your actions as well. Lindsey Lohan has showed us the way, with the posting of her va-jay-jay all over the Internet. I have been 'tagged' in several photos by friends in unlikely situations that I would not normally post on my page. (I thank you to those who have contributed to this.)
Granted, I have had this page for almost 4 years now, and in this 4 years I have acquired 20 friends. The goal of MySpace is to reconnect with old friends and make new ones. Apparently, I haven't grasped this concept. I must admit, I have gone through my share of 20 friends. I have deleted some, added some, and likely blocked some. I receive friend requests and of course, what I say first is, "OMG IDK it's my new BFF." No, seriously. That's really what I say.
I did however enjoy the welcome message that came with me creating a personal profile on MySpace. The welcome message from the MySpace team came along with a friend request from Tom. Who was this guy, and how did he find me so fast? A dream actually, because he wanted to be my first friend, in my Top 8. Good for you, Tom. But than adding him as a friend, quickly found me in doubts as Tom had 6,852,749 other friends! How dare he? It's over, Tom. Delete.
I've quickly found out that the people who fill the MySpace population are teenagers and those wanting to sleep with teenagers. I was neither; I was just a MySpace wannabe. Not looking for love, not looking for sex, not even looking to reconnect with old friends either... It came apparent to me while 'reconnecting' that there was a reason why I hadn't 'reconnected' with these people in so long.
MySpace has ultimately showed me why I would rather be on FaceBook.
Much like MySpace, FaceBook was created by a Harvard student, doing a school project. Mainly a networking location for college students, it is a little more reserved. Yes, I was a college student at one point in time (far from being reserved), but did not join FaceBook until 3 years after college.
Again, I show myself as lame.
I guess MySpace has made me into the person I'd rather not be, and broken me into the person I can see myself being. It has shown me to not lie to be cool, to be aware who has the camera at the party, and contemplate why I ever went out with that guy in high school.
Kudos!
If you have never used MySpace before, here's how it works:
1. You fill out a bunch of information about yourself in your 'profile'
2. You post pictures of yourself in front of a mirror using your 'blackberry' or wearing tired, tinted shades to make you look more like Bono (Dear Bono, still lovin' the music... still hatin' the shades)
3. You can create blogs for yourself to make you look more 'emo'
4. And lastly, you acquire as many friends as possible in your 'network.'
If you are going to make it in the MySpace networking world you have to take extreme measures... so you lie.
MySpace has made me a "celebrity" in the sense that friends have enjoyed reading my blog and sending me comments. With being a celebrity comes the harsh reality of your actions as well. Lindsey Lohan has showed us the way, with the posting of her va-jay-jay all over the Internet. I have been 'tagged' in several photos by friends in unlikely situations that I would not normally post on my page. (I thank you to those who have contributed to this.)
Granted, I have had this page for almost 4 years now, and in this 4 years I have acquired 20 friends. The goal of MySpace is to reconnect with old friends and make new ones. Apparently, I haven't grasped this concept. I must admit, I have gone through my share of 20 friends. I have deleted some, added some, and likely blocked some. I receive friend requests and of course, what I say first is, "OMG IDK it's my new BFF." No, seriously. That's really what I say.
I did however enjoy the welcome message that came with me creating a personal profile on MySpace. The welcome message from the MySpace team came along with a friend request from Tom. Who was this guy, and how did he find me so fast? A dream actually, because he wanted to be my first friend, in my Top 8. Good for you, Tom. But than adding him as a friend, quickly found me in doubts as Tom had 6,852,749 other friends! How dare he? It's over, Tom. Delete.
I've quickly found out that the people who fill the MySpace population are teenagers and those wanting to sleep with teenagers. I was neither; I was just a MySpace wannabe. Not looking for love, not looking for sex, not even looking to reconnect with old friends either... It came apparent to me while 'reconnecting' that there was a reason why I hadn't 'reconnected' with these people in so long.
MySpace has ultimately showed me why I would rather be on FaceBook.
Much like MySpace, FaceBook was created by a Harvard student, doing a school project. Mainly a networking location for college students, it is a little more reserved. Yes, I was a college student at one point in time (far from being reserved), but did not join FaceBook until 3 years after college.
Again, I show myself as lame.
I guess MySpace has made me into the person I'd rather not be, and broken me into the person I can see myself being. It has shown me to not lie to be cool, to be aware who has the camera at the party, and contemplate why I ever went out with that guy in high school.
Kudos!
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