In truth, I've been curious about it, but then when I actually go and explore MySpace, I am reminded why I never signed up - it makes absolutely no sense to me. There's things flashing and music that you can't get to stop and lots of pictures next to people's comments that wrote things like "OMG, like U R totally right" and "What R U doin this wkknd?" (Um, how about calling and use vocal chords and grammar?)
Was it peer pressure? Society wearing me down? Vanity? Not really. Honestly, It was because I wanted to be able to see my cousin's page which is for members only. But I don't want to be a member! But she's my cousin and she's cool. So I filled out a profile, uploaded a picture, and then looked at my new MySpace page ... with the feeling of, "Okay, well, I've done that on Blogger, where things seem much more structured and organized and, I don't know, relevant?" (Granted, it's not like I use Blogger to calculate nanophysics or cure diseases. But still...)
Every MySpace page I look at just seems to make as much sense to me as Paula Abdul on any given episode of American Idol - which is to say, it makes no sense, and now I'll elbow Simon with my eyes half closed and a dopey grin on my face. Perhaps it's because I fall into that space between Gen X and Gen Y - not really one or the other. I'm Gen Me, I guess. And I was on MySpace for a grand total of 10 minutes.
So, I cancelled my MySpace account, and MySpace asked me why. I wrote this:
I find these pages to be confusing and kind of pointless. I think I'll stick to Blogger.
Now I'm going to read something thinky to balance out my time online tonight.