OK so when it comes to MySpace there’s a thin line between blove and hate.
On one side you’ve got the antis. They are the hardcore kids –the Blogger babes, the TypePad titans, the warriors of WordPress. They are insatiable. They’d just as soon as cut you with their words as kiss you full on the mouth with them. The clanging of keyboards provides a catharsis they can’t find in confessional, a fix they can’t buy on the street. For the antis, blogging is serious business.
Directly opposed are the evil omgzis. These are the lifeblood that pumps through MySpace’s veins. They are young. They are feisty. They don’t give two shits about quality posts or grammar. That’s because the evil omgzis r lyke 12♥!!!!!
Somewhere in between the antis and omgzis you’ll find Hänni.
Yeah I might get tarred and feathered for this, but I actually *like* the ‘Space. I use it for getting info about my favorite bands and for keeping up with kids I met through the haus or in high school.
No I can’t begrudge MySpace just because most peeps using it are prepubescent.
I was once a teenyrocker too.
I used to dance to Milli Vanilli and I know what NKOTB stands for. And let’s not forget that obsession I had with the guy from Beverly Hills 90210. That Donna dude was HAWT!
But anyway, while MySpace is great for a lot of things, you’ll never catch me posting there. Why? Because In the world of blogging MySpace is a training bra. Though the size of my boobs would indicate otherwise, I grew out of those a long time ago.
And what do you think, dear hannihaus readers? Tell me about MySpace. Do we say yay or suck-ay?
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