…And rather than tell you a long, boring story about how perverts stalk me all over the Internet, let me just treat you to this brief snippet of IM conversation:
JennieSmash: Um, OK.
JennieSmash: MySpace? Is clearly a porn site.
HiC: What?
JennieSmash: Some dude with the unlikely name of “BodySpray” would like to know if I want to chat.
HiC: Hah!
JennieSmash: Oh, excellent. He’s writing to me from Karachi. All my dreams are coming true!
Jennie Smash 
Holy hell, is MySpace ever a porn site. I keep getting “friend” requests from guys who collect half-nekkid women as if they were baseball cards. I can’t help but wonder what they’re thinking? That I’ll be flattered? That I’ll blush furiously and then say yes? Give me a break, fellas.
Rather, I snort with indignation, send the loser’s profile to all my friends, and then reject his ass.
Boys, please. I know you are neither friends with, nor fucking these ladies. Honestly.
Aw crap. Sorry for the double post.
Ah, Karachi – the heart of terrorism, and I use “heart” loosely. (Obviously.)
This is what I wrote in the ‘Who I want to meet’ section of my profile on myspace:
Suprise me. I certainly DON’T want to meet strippers, or web-cam girls! That’s cool if you are a real person, who wants to meet real people, who happens to be a stripper or a webcam girl. I absolutely respect that. Otherwise, I know where the strip clubs are. Apparently I have to do something about this loser/sucker vibe that I’m projecting.
I like how myspace has a networking function. I have met a few writers in the local area. In that respect myspace has one up on friendster. There are an awful lot of skanks on there though…