The MySpace Experiment
MySpace is dead. With social media giants Facebook and Twitter’s easy formats to connect with others, it has left the pioneer MySpace site a cumbersome virtual ghost town. Nobody logs in. It’s still used to check out musician’s pages, but most likely due to lack of an easier music comprehensive site. Just like John Mayer’s current reputation being laughable, MySpace is the laughingstock of a former groundbreaking site that forever changed the world of communication.
My MySpace profile went up in February, 2K6. When I was rockin’ the flip phone sans any kind of ability to get e-mail or web, I was instantly obsessed with MySpace. In fact, I used to pass Atlanta’s Lenox Mall and make a quick stop to the Apple store just to log in and check my page. I’d be lying if I said I only did this once. Psycho. I even delivered a provocative Toastmasters speech on MySpace where half the audience went home and put up their own page.
As human beings, we are desperate to connect and assimilate with others. For me, I wouldn’t nearly be as socially active as I am today if it weren’t for having infinite Facebook event invitations for every damn thing going on in the city. Our brain is programmed to believe that if nobody knows where you are, did it really happen or did it even matter? I see my FB friends posting love notes and declarations to their deceased child or just posting about silly trivial things that they experience. We want a witness. We want to be relevant. We want to be valid. And most of all, we want to be loved and accepted for who we are.
I propose an experiment. A walk down memory lane, if you will. I logged on to my old MySpace page where the last time I was ever really active on it was 2K8 just to see what kind of dumb stuff I was posting and what was important. Here’s the freeze frame of my life back then:
- I was definitely single, REALLY single – enter the quote: “Hi. I’m the girl of your dreams. Someone said you were looking for me.”
- I was definitely heartbroken – hence the incessant party pictures with tons of different dudes (Is public jealous really a good tactic? Ummmm, huh?)
- I am definitely the same person (check out this survey I took in 2K6)
- I was far more contemplative about life in general (this old blog about being irreplaceable is without a doubt, the purpose to my life)
- I think the music playlist on my page STILL kick ass and smokes anything on terrestrial radio
- My friends in my pictures are still some of my besties today
- I am a lucky, lucky girl
I just made my formerly private MySpace page public. http://www.myspace.com/allisoninlove (I was trying to use The Secret in my profile name for wishful thinking. duh). I want to know what YOUR old MySpace page says about you. Where were you in your life? What has changed?
MySpace has desperately been trying to regain it’s once grand stature in the social networking community and who knows if it ever will. I wonder what our friend, President and founder Tom is doing now? Do you think Tom Anderson has a Facebook page?
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