That’s right, I made up another word.
Allow me to be bold and assume that some, perhaps even many, of you are on MySpace.com (I include the .com otherwise it is the most awkward site to reference). “You’re on Myspace,” … wha? The MySpace bulletin has become a perfect representation of what’s wrong with the Internet.
Since you only receive bulletins from your “friends,” which I put in quotations for those of you who accept cam-girl invites, technically you’ve already done your filtering of the information. If the system worked, you should be interested in every bulletin that appears on your page. Every post should directly apply to you.
Twelve minutes, six “I’ve made out in an elevator” surveys, two hacker-spams and twenty four “I’m your friend who’s also a professional photographer, no, really, see, check out the new pictures I posted in my Blog,” posts later you realize that the system is seriously flawed. Keep in mind, this is information coming exclusively from people who you’ve deemed “cared about.”
Somewhere in that heaping pile of boring, a girl you’ve lusted after since you were in short pants announces that she has adopted a new, morally casual, attitude and you missed it because too many of your “friends,” just now found about about Chuck Norris jokes.
This is how the Internet is fucking you, or not fucking you, as the case may be.