Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Cheating On MySpace....Not Such a Great Idea...

I just went in to get my hair cut today by one of my best friends who happens to work with another friend's ex.......and the reason he is the "ex" is because of me. I got the silent treatment from this guy the entire hour and a half that I was in the salon.....and I didn't know if I should laugh or feel very uncomfortable. After I left the salon I couldn't help replaying the scenario that went down just a few months ago with this guy and how I came to "ruin his life".

A few months ago I busted my friend's boyfriend cheating on her. How, you ask? Well, I have a profile on MySpace, like pretty much everybody else on the planet and their dog does. During one particularly uneventful evening I was going through my list of friends and clicked on her boyfriend's picture to see what he was up to and that is when the proverbial excrement hit the fan.

Let me preface all this by telling you that my best friend (who will here on out be called "Sue" in order to maintain her anonymity) had just left to work in Africa for 9 months teaching AIDS awareness to women and children. Sue and her boyfriend (who I'll call "Bob") had agreed to not see other people and remain completely exclusive while she was gone, although he was not exactly supportive of her decision to go on this mission.

So....when I opened Bob's profile I noticed that he had several blog entries up and upon reading one of them I found out that he had gone to the notorious "Burning Man" and met up with one of the women he had "met" on MySpace who just happened to be a softcore porn model. He spent a week with her there, in a two man tent, after picking her up from Las Vegas. As soon as I read this I got sick to my stomach and called my friend who works with him at the salon and who is also friends with Sue and asked her if she knew what was going on. She said that she had heard him be vague with a client about meeting up with someone at Burning Man and that that was it.......so I told her what I had read and asked her what I should do. Do I call Sue and tell her? Is it my place to? What would I want her to do if the tables were turned?

My friend and I decided to email Bob and let him know that we had read his blog and found out that he had just cheated on our girlfriend and that he needed to come clean with her. He replied to us that he knew he had made a mistake and then gave us this longwinded sob story about how he was feeling lonely and vulnerable. *Cue the violins*........I then told him that he needed to let Sue know what had happened & come clean. He promised me he would. I, naively. believed him.

A month went by and he had yet to tell Sue what happened. In the mean time I was feeling stressed and ill over the situation, hating the fact that I was pretty much in the middle and knowing that if my significant other had cheated on me I would want to know ASAP. I have zero toelrance for disloyalty of any kind and I know that Sue felt the same way. I hated knowing that an entire month had passed and Sue was still thinking that things were fine while here I was knowing the truth but just not knowing how to deliver it.

I finally called her and told her. She got on MySpace and saw for herself what Bob had written. She thanked me and promptly broke up with him. And despite the fact that Sue read with her own eyes about his liaison, he denied everything to her while admitting to his mistake to me and our other friend. This guy is outrageous. He has always known that our band of friends holds a Mafia like loyalty to each other....how did he think he could write about his affair knowing that all of us have MySpace profiles and complete access to his blogs, etc? Don't tell me he didn't want to get caught.

But in Bob's eyes, I ruined his life. I "turned his soulmate away from him". Oh really? Poor guy, he must really be living in an alternate reality.

Read more from ModelMom at Adventures of a Model Mom.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

On the subject of MySpace… by Corey Taft

At school, why do I occasionally downsize my MySpace computer screen when I feel somebody might be watching?

A typical stroll down any computer lab at my school of choice- CSU-Los Angeles, still reppin Golden Eagles, bitches,- and I notice that every student has MySpace. Every student! Not just the computer nerds or other selected stereotypes. Everyone!

And yet, here I am, making my MySpace page smaller and smaller in hopes that people don’t judge me.

“Look at him. He’s a loser.”

“Yeah, a really big loser. I can’t believe he uses a internet site as a medium to talk to people.”

“People that are probably not even his friends.”

“Friends that are probably not even people. (beat) Umm what you said.”

This is what imagined criticism I have to deal with on a routine basis. And why? I don’t know? Maybe because I still know real people who laugh at the mention of MySpace. Maybe because MySpace is still, “MySpace? You silly subpar humans are at it again. “

Maybe because I am writing this blog entry with some sort of objective. Maybe because I feel giddy every time an attractive girl leaves me a comment. Maybe because I never wear that black hat in public. * ok note. I have worn that hat in public but because my hair has grown out I just don’t fly with it in the public arena anymore * *ok 2nd note. If my profile picture changes in the future, which I am sure it will, please just refer to my picture page to notice the black hat* * ok 3rd note. If the hat picture ceases to exist on the internet at the moment of the reader’s present then just think of the hat as something I hardly, if ever, wear in public yet on MySpace it is all I am seen as wearing*

So you get it? It is not that I am ashamed of MySpace. It’s just that MySpace Corey is a little bit different that Reality Corey or Mustache Corey. MySpace Corey is articulate and even a bit snobbishly cocky. You know, sometimes, you just want to be like, “I get it, Corey. You can leave your self-rightousness at the door already.”

I wonder if other MySpacers feel the same way or anyway close to that. Am I just looking too much into this topic? I think I am. I mean seriously, look at how much time of yours I wasted on this rant.

I like MySpace. I have 100 odd friends whom, at any moment, I can say “Hey, what’s up?” for as long we agree to sign on to the internet and check out our MySpace profiles. I got friends, in all honesty, I thought I would never see again.

I wonder if Congress-people will ever get MySpace accounts. I hope so. I have a few comments I would like to leave on their pages.

If Jesus came back, would he set up a MySpace account? I wander who would be his “top 8?”

Is there such a thing as MySpace flirting? Is there? Or do I just think every light-hearted exchange with a girl I find attractive is a case of mutual flirting?

You know, I would’t mind too much if my parents checked out my MySpace profile. It might be their only chance to know the “real” me. I know, ironic. Shut up.

I wonder how my MySpace personality will age?

I wonder what I could have done different in my past to have prevented myself from writing this blog?

Yeah, I have a MySpace account. So what? You want to fight about it?

Thanks for reading,
-Corey Taft


Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Just Add Me by Kerri Wood

Whatever happened to that quiet guy with the sultry good looks from junior high? The one you used to write love sick poems about in your diary, sometimes just covering the entire page with his name and pastel hearts. He's on Myspace.com. He likes to watch Family Guy, plays acoustic guitar in a band--they're recording their first CD, and...he's married with three kids.

It appears that almost everyone in America now has a MySpace page. While Myspace has become a great way to express yourself and your interests, it has also become the best way to get back in touch with old friends, old lovers, and laugh at former enemies.

Hey, there's that dude that owes me $20! Add to Friends. Wow, Kathy has really packed on the pounds! Add to Friends. I never knew that Rick was gay...Add to Friends.

Inevitably, you'll come across someone that broke your heart. It's okay. He still thinks he's Marilyn Manson, has five cats, and lives with his mom. That girl he dumped you for? She models and lives in a lighthouse in Oregon. Do not add to friends, but occasionally check out their latest blog entries.

Unfortunately, some people will not want to be your friend. They are more selective than you, and are not trying to build a collection of 10,000 buddies. If they won't be your friend, fine--there are always the celebrities. Dane Cook, Stephen Baldwin, Tina Fey--these are my true friends!

I easily get lost in Myspace. I stumble on to a friend's page, and then take a look at their friends, and then see who there friends are, and soon I am fifty friends deep, ten hours have passed and I've got drool running out of my mouth. I consider it a perfect way to spend any evening.

I never would have heard from or found these fabulous people again without MySpace. It is a great service. Thank you Tom; you are my #1 friend. You are all of our friends.

Read more from Kerri Wood at www.writingsucks.com

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