My Space was on the local news this morning. It was a news cliffhanger about a young girl and concerned parents. When the newsperson comes back with their “story” it was a little anticlimactic. The parents of a teen were concerned because she received a picture of a male penis from an adult on her My Space account; they added that the teen is keeping her My Space account.
I don’t have a My Space account, I am not a total hater but I feel I am over that. My space is like the high school of the Internet; I think I am in College. When I have ended up in there, I feel like I need to take a shower afterwards. It is not due to the amount of obscenity, which is also disgusting, but the attack of images, videos and music. I dislike being spammed with sound; I believe it is a big Internet no-no to have music unless you are a band. My space to me is friendster gone wrong, kind of like when Gizmo’s (the cute little gremlin) kids get to eat after midnight. Don’t even get me started on their poor coding for skins and layout. It is nauseating just to think of it.
Yet rolling stone hails it as the force that is making music hip again, and others make it sound like the future of marketing. I don’t know, maybe it is a good thing to be able to connect with a bunch of people that you have like interest with, but My Space still sound to me like the ultimate Emo, hookup, filthy corner of the internet.