Ok, so my brother didn’t actually join myspace on his own.  I had mentioned the web site in so many conversations, that I finally told him I would create an account for him so that he could try it out for himself.  He was extremely reluctant, but I also knew how reluctant I had been and how quickly I had succumbed after trying it for a few minutes.  I showed him the profile I had started for him, and just like that- Kenny was in.

I had a few friends in the academic world who I talked to about myspace and they would point out how silly it all seemed.  “Don’t you think it’s a little childish?” they would ask.  I would always vehemently respond that I only used the web site as a means of keeping in touch with my friends (which was pretty true). But upon closer examination, after a while, I realized that I wasn’t keeping in touch with my friends through comments or messages anymore. In fact, all I had been reduced to was looking at people’s profiles to find out what was going on in their lives.  During conversations with my mom, I would report any new news I had found out stating things like, “I found out that Danni had breast augmentation done.  Can you believe that?” “Who told you that?” my mom would respond back to me. I guess I could’ve said that Danni told me herself, since she had put all of that information on her page along with pictures to boot.  But it was myspace.

A few times I tried to quit myspace.  I began by downsizing my friends, you know, deleting the people I didn’t really talk to.  I changed and rearranged my “top friends” list narrowing it down from having eight top friends to having four. I even deleted some of the fancy web design stuff on my page and made it more simplistic.  I tried to ween myself off of myspace slowly by only allowing myself to check my account if I received an email stating that someone had left a message.  Eventually, my boyfriend told me that the whole thing was stupid.  I realized that the only way to rid myself of the whole thing was to cancel my account. So, that’s what I did. Without any warning, I woke up one morning and, without dwelling on it, deleted my entire myspace account. I’ve been myspace-free now for almost eight months now.  I still check my email accounts like a hundred times a day and surf the web even more than that…but that’s another story

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