On Friends, Users and The Hypocrisy of My MySpace Page
I have been called many things in my day. Some were good. Some were bad. All of them, I suppose, were true in their own way and in their own time.
The devil.
Romantic.
Fat.
Sexy.
Ugly.
Creative.
A whore.
Selfless.
Selfish.
Funny.
Manipulative.
One thing I can not immediately recall ever having been called is a hypocrite, however. I’m sure it’s a term that has been slung my way on occasion, but none of those occasions come to mind. And yet that may be the one word that describes me best right now. I am a major hypocrite, my friends. And I am ready to come clean.
In December of last year I wrote a post in which I made a stand against MySpace. I claimed I would never become a user of MySpace and went on to give reasons for my firm resistance. I even went so far as to call the whole MySpace phenomenon “low brow.”
You know where this is going, don’t you?
I have a MySpace page. I had the page back in December, as I explained in that earlier post. At the time, however, that page was merely a blank profile with my name attached to it. It was never used. I had no friends. It was essentially nonexistent.
That has changed.
I now have friends. I now have photos. I even gave the page some color and added a song. I’m totally a MySpace user. If you don’t believe me, feel free to take a gander at my lovely MySpace page.
I am totally a hypocrite.
So what changed? Why did I decide to embrace my inner low brow internet user and dive into the deep end of the MySpace pool?
I blame it all on peer pressure. First there was the coworker who insisted I add her as a friend. Once I did that, it seemed silly not have anything on my page so I flushed it out a little bit. In doing so, I added my educational information. That’s when people started to find me. Before I knew what was happening, I was getting friend requests and posting comments and checking the stupid thing daily.
And here I am today – a full-fledge MySpace user. And a full-fledged hypocrite.
But at least I am coming clean. That has to count for something, right? It’s not like I am hiding my addiction any longer. I’m owning up to it. I’m letting the world know that I am a MySpace user and I am okay with making my splash in the MySpace pool. I want the world to know so I no longer have to hide in the MySpace shadows.
And I want the world to know so I can add a few more friends to my profile by the weekend.
Ah, Sparky… you have joined the dark side. Now you just need to have that song on your profile immediately start playing when someone goes to your profile and the transformation will be complete.
I was getting pretty impressed with that list, there. You’re a regular jack-of-all-trades!
http://www.myspace.com/tindal38 Add me! Add me!
Hey at least you admitted it!
I don’t care for myspace. It is hard for me to figure it out and I could not een begn to tell you how to get to my page. I am a GLEE member and do enjoy thet site.
I never visit my own myspace, I only did it for a Heroes publicity stunt. But I just put in a request to add you to my friends list. *scurries back to blogger*
Walk towards the light, Sparky. For god sakes man, walk towards the light! Resistance is not futile.
Isn’t there a “ten step” program for this sort of thing?
I have a myspace account, as you now know, but I was on it before I started blogging and then, well, after blogging it doesn’t seem as fun. Guess I am just a blogger at heart. But I keep it up and look at it from time to time, and hey, I have a new friend!
DELETE IT!!!
Don’t let myspace take you over! I refuse to fall into that gap; mainly because I hate myspace users. Well, not all of them; just the FUCKING idiots that steal my bandwidth. Use a free image hosting service assholes!!!
Sorry… rant over. Now, delete it!
Admitting a problem is the first step to recovery. I’ll admit I’m addicted too. It’s gotten better with time–I guess the novelty has worn off. I still check it daily though…just spend less time perusing the people I used to know. I want to delete it every other day, but something stops me. Damn.
I sent a “friends” request to you on myspace.
I, too, have a myspace page. But I’m such a pathetic lame-o, I only have about 4 friends.
And only one of them is a person I actually know in my offline life.
I don’t even know why I have the darn thing.
I didn’t really feel like we were friends until you added me.
Now we should convert Duane. Everyone has a breaking point.
i sent you a friends request. i only wish there were a 10-step program for myspace. the damage is done – there’s no turning back now…
Well, Vince, at least you don’t have one of those aneurysm-inducing backgrounds on your page! Nice, soothing green is much better. I still can’t stand MySpace, primarily because the layout, even when the background isn’t making me bleed from my eyes, is just horrible. Also, most of those people can’t type, apparently; as you know, things in all lowercase letters make me irate. Plus, I already know I’m a loser with no friends, so the last thing I need in my life is electronic proof of such. I have enough rejection without getting friend request declines!
Oh, you young people and the MySpace thing.
You’re playing with fire. I beg you to be wary of any man asking you to meet him at the mall and share a Orange Julius. I’ve seen way too many DATELINE specials about that.
Update from yesterday: I, too, have become a MySpace hypocrite! Though I still despise it and its shoddy graphic design, your post sucked me! I was looking up people I went to high school with, and just totally got sick of “you have to be a member to see these pictures” and crap, so I broke down and joined. My page is totally blank and generic, and I have no intentions of doing anything with it, but I feel so… dirty. Damn you, Vince!