Whining about MySpace

In any case, have I told you lately how much I hate MySpace, Internet?

I rarely get any personal e-mail directly to my lovely spam-filtered, totally-controlled-by-me, easy-to-access-from-anywhere regular e-mail address anymore. Everyone I know sends messages to my MySpace account instead. Which means that if, say, I’m reading my e-mail on my cellphone, all I get is a notification message with a useless link (because there’s no way I’m ever going to bother checking MySpace with Opera Mini on a freakin’ Razr).

Even if I’m checking mail on my home computer, I still have to go through the otherwise unnecessary steps of clicking through to MySpace, logging in, and finding the message in a jumble of spam. Pain in the fucking ass. Why do people actually prefer sending messages through a third party, when it’s at least 74 times easier, by my calculations, to send a regular e-mail. Especially when you consider that that third party seems to be experiencing “unexpected errors” more often than not, making communication impossible. At least use OkCupid or Facebook or whateverthefuckelse guaranteedtobebetterthanMySpace nomatterwhatitis.

Everyone hates MySpace, right? Guess the internet has a lot of masochists. I’ve been so tempted lately to delete my account, but I’m pretty sure I’d cease to exist to a good chunk of the people I communicate with online.

Oh, rite. Relevant link from Slap in the Facebook: It’s Time for Social Networks to Open Up. Yes, plz.