Petting Zoo: MySpace is where dreams go to die
Melissa Mary Smith COLUMNIST
Issue date: 12/1/09 Section: Opinion
Over the past five years, I've kept a slew of social networking accounts: Friendster, Livejournal, three different Twitters, Facebook and the increasingly useless MySpace.
Yesterday, a friend of mine accurately described MySpace as a 'ghost town.'
Despite there being millions of registered users, every time I log into my MySpace, I feel incredibly lonely; whenever I look at my profile, virtual tumbleweeds blow past my screen.
It's hard not to see the shift in people's usage of MySpace to the uber-stalkerish Facebook.
People's appetites in consuming more and more information about their fellow human have grown to outrageous levels. Recently, Facebook has satiated these appetites.
I commend every one of my friends who have been brave enough to cancel their MySpace accounts in favor of Facebook.
I somehow still feel obligated to keep my Myspace, though.
I mean, many of us have put a lot of effort into building our photo albums and friends list and constructing quirky blurbs in our "About Me" and "Jobs" sections.
Deciding to hold onto my MySpace is somewhat comparable to staying in an unfulfilling relationship; all you can think about is all of the good times you've had. You know you can do better, but don't have the guts to end it.
Sooner or later, like any bad acid flashback, MySpace will no longer be "A place for friends," but an awful memory of an obsessive time when we were unproductive, distracted, immature and sought validation through picture comments and bulletin posts.
Now if you excuse me, I need to update my Facebook status for the 30th time today and get my Bejeweled Blitz and Farmville on.
Yesterday, a friend of mine accurately described MySpace as a 'ghost town.'
Despite there being millions of registered users, every time I log into my MySpace, I feel incredibly lonely; whenever I look at my profile, virtual tumbleweeds blow past my screen.
It's hard not to see the shift in people's usage of MySpace to the uber-stalkerish Facebook.
People's appetites in consuming more and more information about their fellow human have grown to outrageous levels. Recently, Facebook has satiated these appetites.
I commend every one of my friends who have been brave enough to cancel their MySpace accounts in favor of Facebook.
I somehow still feel obligated to keep my Myspace, though.
I mean, many of us have put a lot of effort into building our photo albums and friends list and constructing quirky blurbs in our "About Me" and "Jobs" sections.
Deciding to hold onto my MySpace is somewhat comparable to staying in an unfulfilling relationship; all you can think about is all of the good times you've had. You know you can do better, but don't have the guts to end it.
Sooner or later, like any bad acid flashback, MySpace will no longer be "A place for friends," but an awful memory of an obsessive time when we were unproductive, distracted, immature and sought validation through picture comments and bulletin posts.
Now if you excuse me, I need to update my Facebook status for the 30th time today and get my Bejeweled Blitz and Farmville on.
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