The Real Problem with MySpace

The Cat recently started MySpace page in her quest to sniff out what her high school classmates are doing. I’ve been meaning to start one too to be familiar with this huge phenomenon. (I’m either one phenomenon ahead or one behind, never right on). I suppose it is interesting, but mostly it’s just slightly skeezmo. Even if a nun had a page, it would be instantly turned sketchy from all the nasty on MySpace.

The real problem with the whole damn mess isn’t the squadrons of perverts patrolling for dumb teens. Or the legions of news media scouring for the perverts. Or the moron teens that post every detail so that they can be found by the above. While these are certainly problems, mostly involving idiots, the real problem is ugly, obnoxious, grating, eye-melting pages.

Have you ever poked around on there? It’s like the end of the world or at least the end of the world for graphic artists. Is this what we invented the Internet for? Or this? Lord I hope that the information on this page is a joke (or some sort of complex cipher). Or this riot of color and sound. I vaguely knew this girl. She seemed like some one that could make good choices. Little did I know that she was operating without sense or decency.

Speaking of decency: parents, please, if you have kids on MySpace educate them. If you don’t know the technology, educate yourself then educate them. You don’t need to teach them HTML just common sense and how not to run off to another country with a tubby 40 year-old from Ohio. Anyway. . .

I’d waste time finding more, but you get the point. Maybe there is something elegant about 15 animated GIFs, music and a video all going as soon as you load the page, but it’s lost on me. It’s like we’ve regressed 10 years to really bad geocities homepages. I’m almost positive that the world doesn’t need another page with animated flame and that bunny that says I suck.