MySpace is cool for all the wrong reasons.

I'm not sure how many of you are familiar with the online networking website called MySpace but it's pretty rediculous. There are Fox News stories once a week about how it is tainting the youth, but back in the 1600's people thought novels would taint the youth too, and now if you see your 15 year-old kid reading a novel you know for damn sure that he/she isn't going around smoking pot, unless the novel they are reading is Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and then you should be proud of the fact that your kid is reading Hunter S. Thompson. Either way, you win. Anyway, MySpace allows people to make online profiles of themselves to share with their "friends" that they have on the site. I parenthesize "friends" because all a MySpace friend is is someone who mutually agrees to share this title with you. You can friend someone you've never met before that lives in Boston, and if they think you're hot or have a cool car or whatever the fuck the standard is, then you can be friends with them. This is the main reason you see a lot of profiles with pictures of dudes flexing their muscles or showing off their tattoos. They must think it increases the likelihood that some stripper will befriend them. Whether or not that stripper will have sex with them is a different story, but from the looks of how people socialize using the MySpace network, I'm pretty sure this fact is lost to a sizeable portion of the online community that uses the site. Most pages seem dedicated to picking up members of the opposite sex, including the profile of a girl I graduated high school with.
I am not "friends" with this girl, nor would I encourage anyone to be, but I was browsing through a list of people who have profiles that I graduated with, and I got curious. It turns out that her page is some sort of Narcissistic self-glorifying softporn website, with pictures of herself in lingere and other shit like that. Not sexy, but strange. I'm pretty sure this girl's profile could be some psychology student's senior thesis, simply because it so obviously reflects self-image issues that makes me not want to make fun of someone who spends only 30 minutes in front of the mirror. This girl is freakin' nuts, and now she has the free means to broadcast her insanity to the world.
Go sign up for account and check out all the crazy people you graduated with. It's fun, and a huge waste of time. But I've got nothing better to do.