I must admit my introduction to the social networking scene came late in life. Throughout middle school and much of high school I was perfectly happy using the Internet only as an information-gathering tool, perhaps connecting to friends once in a while to play video games. But then, one fateful day, I received an amazing email.
”You have a new friend request!”
I was intrigued. I clicked the link and was instantly transported to a world that was so strange, yet familiar. It was like real life, only better. It was MySpace. The girl who sent me the invite, NaDiA-x-LoVe, seemed like a great gal. In her “about me” blurb, she said “Hey, people call my nickname ‘Hot Stuff’. My friends I love and they tell me i rock. I don’t know about that, but I guess they know best right. Anyway, I think I rock maybe you can know me and know too”. Oh Nadia, you tease me with your silken tongue, of course I’ll be your friend.
MySpace was like a giant house with millions of rooms. Each one belonged to one person who got to decorate the place, usually with pictures of themselves or their cats. Many a teenage girl has perfected the art of pouting their lips and taking a picture at arms length. The house even had its own creepy stalker, who seemed to be everywhere at once. His name was Tom. I think he must have been very lonely, since he...