I recently found out that my older Brother, my niece Marissa and my niece Lindsey all have 'MySpace' accounts. In fact, several months back when Marissa and 'crew' were visiting for Lindsey's graduation, they all exclaimed how desperately I needed to have a 'MySpace' account and how cool it was and all that.... uh... crap. And I say 'crap' because, without meaning to be offensive to my family members, the whole 'experience' of MySpace is as unbearable to view as listening to Maria Carry and Whitney Houston singing.... singing... well, hell, just singing at all. After about 2 minutes of looking at MySpace i'm cringing and feeling the same irritating sensations that typically accompany listening to a styrofoam cooler squeaking on the back seat during a 30min drive to the beach. As somebody that's had a reasonable amount of exposure to design and usability, it's unbelievable that it's gotten the momentum it does.
I went ahead and I created a presence there just as a way to keep tabs on the family, and thankfully there's RSS feed support that I can subscribe to and avoid stepping foot into the mire that is MySpace. As I state on the 'About Me" blurb....
I have my own site, my family knows about it, but my brother and nieces are here, so I'm making myself accessible to them. Of course, it's all about reminding them to go to my real website and get off this lame myspace stuff. I mean, come on... are we still 12? Yeah, I don't think so.
I don't mean to come off as a blog-snob, but holy crap... MySpace is the design equivalent of a Pee Chee in the hands of a 7th grader with a four-color click-pen.
