Do we value privacy in any real way? Thinking about blogs, Twitter, Facebook, MySpace… all these suggest we value exposure rather more. And instead of challenging this transformation, as they are supposed to – certainly at the more thoughtful edges of the art – novelists are buying into it wholesale.
MySpace was so punk.
I joined MySpace in September 2003. At that time no one was on there at all. I felt like a loser while all the cool kids were at some other school. So I mass e-mailed between 30,000 and 50,000 people and told them to come over. Everybody joined overnight.
MySpace is like a bar, Facebook is like the BBQ you have in your back yard with friends and family, play games, share pictures. Facebook is much better for sharing than MySpace. LinkedIn is the office, how you stay up to date, solve professional problems.
Parents aren’t clamoring for cell-phone companies to monitor their kids. Parents don’t want to see what their kids are really like, but MySpace makes that really easy.
Facebook is the first class of social networking. If MySpace is Camden Lock then Facebook is Harvey Nichols.
MySpace is my wife… Facebook is my mistress.
Facebook it turns out, is like MySpace but it’s not scary. There aren’t a lot of angry looking people with nose rings and um, issues.
I would hate to be in high school now. Psychologists talk about the ‘imaginary audience’ that teens seem to feel they have around them and that makes them think they have to keep up their image all the time. Now with Facebook and MySpace and 24/7 online access, that imaginary audience has become real.
Back when Myspace was around I couldn’t wait to have my own account. My parents told me I could get one as long as I was okay with the fact that with the good comes the bad.
Now I am not against widgets, those small third-party applications that people can put on their Web pages on social networks like Facebook and MySpace, in general.
I know how to use computers. I was one of those guys on Myspace who had one of those fake hit counters.
Like with MySpace and everything, my dad didn’t even know what that was. And then all of a sudden, Twitter came around and he was taking pictures of my new tattoos and posting them and I was like, what’s going on? I’ve never seen this happen before!
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