An Obituary For Myspace

The renowned social networking website, Myspace, died late last night in Beverly Hills, California, after a two-year battle with Irrelevancy and Abandonment. Myspace’s master, Tom Anderson, could not be reached for comment but is reportedly in the fetal position, continually clicking “Refresh” on the Myspace browser. Mark Zuckerberg, the CEO and co-founder of Myspace’s main competitor, Facebook, is not a suspect but when notified of Myspace’s passing, he let out a hearty sinister laugh and hung up the phone. The website is survived by Anderson, its 1,000 employees, and the memories of every scene kid across America.

To commemorate all the good (and bad) this website brought into the lives of its millions of users, let’s take the time to remember all of the things that made Myspace the ultimate “place for friends”—and enemies.

Myspace Names

Not content with just putting their actual name on their profile, many Myspace users would elaborate by putting song lyrics or writing the initials of whatever crew they belonged to. For example:

C H E L S E A (Best friends means pulling the trigger <3 )

or

Brandon (xDHWx Crew).

No one ever really knew what the initials stood for, but no one really cared. The fact that you belonged to some crew in high school spoke volumes about your social position (or lack thereof).

The About Me’s

Since the typical Myspace user was 16 years-old, angry and liked the band Thursday, all of the About Me’s were eerily similar to one another. They usually went something like this:

Hi. My name’s Kenzie but you can call me MISS Kenzie. I like fireworks, eyeliner and making out and I don’t really give a f u c k what you think about me. My friends are my family and I would take a bullet for them. If you mess with them, you mess with ME and you really don’t want that. XOXO.

Scary, right? If they were in a relationship, their “Who I’d like to meet” section would include a picture of him/her and say something like this:

I’ve already met him/her. This boy/girl has my heart. If you don’t like it, you can seriously die! We’re tired of the drama. We love each other and you are jealous!

Myspace Poses

Myspace photo albums tended to be a bottomless source of hilarity. It taught us that, among other truths, when you give a teenager a digital camera, weird things can happen.

An album would typically begin with a picture taken in front of someone’s bathroom mirror. Next, there would be a picture of someone lifting their shirt to reveal their 15 year-old abs and giving their best jailbait pout. The caption would read something like: “You want what you can’t have” or something equally as conceited. To show your range, there would also be a picture of yourself looking depressed with a Rilo Kiley lyric underneath, “It’s all the good that won’t come out of me.” These pictures were usually the best because if teenagers are good at one thing, it’s looking sad and angsty. Other photos would include pictures of you kissing your BF/GF, you and your best friend reminding the world of your close friendship and maybe a picture of your pet.

Using Myspace to Hook Up

When I was seventeen, I once got a Myspace message from a 23 year-old gay dude who just got out of jail that said:

“Hey there! :) (Our mutual friend) Sarah told me all about u! Ur so cute! How R U? I’m doing ok. Just a lil bummed right now but one day at a time, right? LOL. anyways, if u ever wanna talk, you can call me at 805-blahblahblah-blahblahblahblahblah and we can chat! have a wunderful day!!”

Ew. Hooking up on Myspace was so etch-a-sketch. People would have these year-long flirtations with someone in a neighboring town and eventually meet up with them and be like, “Hi. I know you from Myspace. Can I leave now?” It was also common for people to get into actual relationships with Myspacers without ever actually meeting them. Yikes. In the words of Le Tigre, “Get off the Internet!”

Myspace Bulletins

Myspace bulletins were like Facebook statuses or tweets but way worse because there was no word limit imposed. People could post surveys, bitch about their family or make thinly-veiled references to suicide to their hearts’ content.

I’m totally guilty of posting surveys that asked me questions like, “What’s your favorite soda?” and complaining about my tragic teenage life. The saving grace about the bulletins was that you could only comment on them by replying directly to the person who wrote it. No one else could see your responses, which probably saved everyone from a lot of drama.

The Top 8

The Top 8- a feature in which a Myspace user could rate their eight most important friendships based on who they liked better that day-literally destroyed relationships. At first, it was fun to have your 8 best friends hanging out next to each other on a website because, oh my god, you loved them and you wanted everyone to know it! But then it just turned into an evil passive-agressive tool. You could be bumped down to a less desirable position (like #7 , #8, or even worse, off the list entirely) for committing a variety of friendship crimes such as not calling someone back, a rude comment, or not being invited to dinner at California Pizza Kitchen. I remember taking one of my friends off my Top 8 and receiving a very angry text message five minutes later that just read, “Close friends have each other on their Top 8. Period.” The feature was a constant source of anxiety for me simply because I’ve always had a lot of close friendships. Even worse, I’ve always attracted people who think we’re closer than we actually are. When I deleted my Myspace in 2009, I was relieved to know that my eight best friends existed solely in my heart and not on a website.

Comment Wars

Teenagers using a social networking tool to intimidate, bully and destroy someone’s self-esteem is nothing new, but Myspace was a real trailblazer in that regard. People were shameless in airing their drama and had no reservations with leaving seriously harsh comments on a nemesis’ page. A giant shitsorm of teen angst continually hovered above Myspace and never seemed to ever blow over. Photos would be spammed with comments like, “You look like a dog! Ur sick! Get a life!” While silently sobbing at your computer, you’d be forced to retaliate by writing mean bulletins and comments on your own page. Teenagers are seriously scary. They are the meanest of the mean.

Intimidating profiles! Gross pedophiles! Top 8’s! This trip down Myspace memory lane has been a little traumatizing, hasn’t it? Maybe it’s a good thing that no one uses the website anymore. Maybe it’s a good thing that Myspace just serves as a marker for our personal growth as human beings. Or maybe we all just need one of those Men In Black memory erasers to forget all that unpleasantness ever happened. In the future, people will ask us about Myspace and we’ll give them blank stares, returning to our Facebook profiles and daydreaming about the future. Bits of memory will try to float back into our minds but we won’t let it. We can’t. We’re too evolved now. TC mark

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  • Ers1974

    Effing brilliant.

  • http://kumquatparadise.tumblr.com aaron nicholas

    i suddenly remembered my myspace, shuddered and got chills.
    then i dug further into the memory bank, remembered my xanga
    and threw up.

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1363230138 Michael Koh

    LiveJournal, Xanga, Myspace. All great mediums for retro style satire.

  • http://brianmcelmurry.blogspot.com/ Brian McElmurry

    Ryan, you've been on fire. I enjoyed this. But will facebook last?

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=505759069 Julian Tully Alexander

    I was tempted to post one of those surveys here. Also just summed up how I spent my teenage years on the internet. I kept thinking “why the fuck did I do these things” throughout the entire article. Thanks for making me hate myself even more. :)

  • Sara J Graham

    love this!

  • SJ Graham

    love this!

  • taffs

    poor friendster.

  • Harry

    pc4pc?

  • Mimomodeojo

    So sad and yet so true. If I could take back half the comments and bulletins I posted on my Myspace, I'd probably have more friendships now. Bwahahaha, R.I.P. MYSPACE.

  • http://hbgwhem.tumblr.com/ hbgwhem.tumblr.com

    ryan, this is your masterpiece.
    i used to be the biggest myspace fanboy, but now i need to take a xanax just to tolerate the homepage.

  • http://www.facebook.com/people/Bee-Goode/100001676566533 Bee Goode

    well done sir.

    H8 U Myspace
    <3 U Myspace
    Miss U Myspace

  • Hobo Rowboat

    myspace still works?

  • http://profiles.google.com/shewit.zerai Shewit Zerai

    As if teenagers on Myspace knew who Rilo Kiley was…

  • http://www.smashcakemagazine.com Tracy Lucas

    Does the t-shirt-in-the-teeth chick look like Miley Cyrus, or is it just me?

    • Meems Hamed

      i thought the same thing

    • http://twitter.com/r0semarym Rosemary McClure

      it is miley cyrus

    • http://twitter.com/r0semarym Rosemary McClure

      it is miley cyrus

    • Caroline Banks

      it is miley cyrus

      • http://www.smashcakemagazine.com Tracy Lucas

        Guess that makes sense then.
        I am obviously not up on my Hannah Montana cyber hangouts.

  • riley

    ah, myspace. this is great.

  • http://www.facebook.com/krazykenzieXD Mackenzie Rose Walsh

    I forgot my password for both of my accounts and as a result am locked out… one is from when I was like 15… I can’t delete them it sucksss.

  • http://www.facebook.com/meliza.anne Meliza Mitra

    YES! This is awesome!!!! 

  • http://www.facebook.com/people/Joanne-Sawicki/735004736 Joanne Sawicki

    As an older person who remembers the Myspace era yet never having really participated in it like I do Facebook, I’m glad to know that many of you regret those thing you did/said on Myspacec. For some perspective, I’d sometimes look at random 15 year old website to get a glimpse into “the kids these days” because I’m such a human nature nerd and has a younger brother. I remember face-palming myself (and thanking god that there was no such Myspace when I was in high school).  I’m glad to know that many of you have outgrown your glitter images and TyPiNg LiKe ThIs!!!!!!!!11111!!!!

    :)  Thank god I could only post to my Geocities website that literally no one from my real life saw (so few of my friends had the internet!)

  • http://www.facebook.com/people/Joanne-Sawicki/735004736 Joanne Sawicki

    As an older person who remembers the Myspace era yet never having really participated in it like I do Facebook, I’m glad to know that many of you regret those thing you did/said on Myspacec. For some perspective, I’d sometimes look at random 15 year old website to get a glimpse into “the kids these days” because I’m such a human nature nerd and has a younger brother. I remember face-palming myself (and thanking god that there was no such Myspace when I was in high school).  I’m glad to know that many of you have outgrown your glitter images and TyPiNg LiKe ThIs!!!!!!!!11111!!!!

    :)  Thank god I could only post to my Geocities website that literally no one from my real life saw (so few of my friends had the internet!)

  • http://rayguntest.tumblr.com Raegan

    I remember finding it hilariously funny when my friend posted the top 8 people she hated the most on her “Top 8”

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