I'm Dave and I'm a Myspace addict
By David Connell
December 15, 2006 | Myspace, the social networking
Web site is a phenomenon that has surpassed all expectations
of popularity. When I signed up for my Myspace account
at the encouragement of friends it was just more of
a joke than anything. I couldn't help wondering, Is
this the final nail in the coffin of being a loser?
But with over 50 million other losers, many of them
being very hot females, I easily justified it.
I quickly become addicted to this form of Internet
heroin. Also, I absolutely love wasting time. What a
perfect fit. Where else can you leave completely random
comments on your friends' pages that always end in nostalgia?
Who knew the appeal of 16 carefully selected photos,
a brief "about me" paragraph and a laundry list of generic
interests could be so universally appealing? Furthermore,
did anyone think this simple but beautiful collection
of mundanities could ever up anyone's attractiveness?
Who saw this coming?
This site can, and should, be used for good. You can
plan events, make announcements, or even write a blog
about defending your own lack of integrity, or your
affinity for 311. Plus you can start cool groups for
people to join, like "Tourrettes Guy Booster club."
Of which, I feel should disclose, I'm a member. Good
times. Have you ever wondered what kind of beer represents
you as an individual? What character of "Sex and the
City" would you be? Take a quiz. These time-wasting
quizzes can be entertaining but I have incredibly bad
ADD, which means, when I should be writing papers or
putting in extra hours at work, I'm Myspacing, or Mystalking
Mystalking is a phenomenon that allows someone to
track people's movements and activities by looking at
comments either they've left for others, or comments
on your page left by friends. This is probably the creepiest
part of social networking. Myspace in essence, is a
group of friends who consent to stalking each other.
It allows everyone to explore their voyeuristic sides
and exploit the privacy of others while remaining at
a safe distance. It keeps users on their computers late
at night as opposed to having them roam the streets
in the search of romance sought through climbing a tree
outside a girl's window to look at her silhouette. Everyone
is a winner.
A good friend of mine met his girlfriend on Myspace,
and they've been together for nearly nine months now.
But for every hook up, there are probably many more
break ups caused by it. Your significant other can learn
a lot by about your recent activities by Mystalking
you for just a few short minutes. Myspace can be a scary
phenomenon when taken too seriously. Relationships are
ended by comments left on friends' pages. Sometimes
Myspace has become such a part of society that now
it's become an accepted form of real communication.
We all somewhat know what each of our friends are up
to, even if we don't speak to them on a regular basis.
This is both a good and bad thing. Last year a 17 year
old boy from Southern California posted a suicide note
on a Myspace bulletin which read "call the police. Address
... Abadejo, Mission Viejo, CA 92692. tell them to go
down the hall to the bathrooom. im soo sorry." The boy
killed himself with a gunshot to the head 15 minutes
It shows that a world where people are so accessible
by email, text messages and cell phone. This young man,
instead of calling a loved one, felt that his last cry
for help would be on an internet blog. He had to know
that Myspace isn't to be taken seriously because his
"About me" said he was eight feet tall and that he made
more than $250,000 a year. Obviously the line between
the real and online world has become blurred and this
is scary. We've become so connected to each other by
technology, we've disconnected from one another on a
personal level. Instead of eulogizing the young man
at his funeral, users left posts on his Myspace.
Like magic, Myspace is a tool that can be used for
good, or for evil. Sometimes you can play harmless jokes
on your unassuming friends by posting a picture of them
with magic marker forehead. Or, when someone uses your
computer to sign in to Myspace and doesn't sign out,
you can change them into a gay swinger that likes to
urinate into their own shoes. With my college career
soon coming to an end I'm considering deleting my account.
I want to graduate from college with at least some semblance
of dignity, and having a Myspace account takes your
dignity, one time-wasting survey at a time.