When I first started comedy, all I heard from other comics is that I had to be on MySpace. I didn’t even have the internet at home, so I was unprepared for my first foray into social media. I soon learned about fake friend requests (wow, this girl sure is wearing a slutty outfit…who is she friends with? 77 teenage boys. Delete request.) I also was exposed to the MySpace page themes that constantly crashed. HOW WILL EVERYONE KNOW HOW MUCH I LIKE BUD LIGHT? DAMMIT PAGE THEME!
MySpace was pretty good at first, but the whole “top friends” thing was the worst. I used to get messages from people asking why I didn’t have them in the top whatever. I ended up changing my top to about 40 people just to get everyone to shut the hell up. I think putting together my bottom friends would be easier. 17 game requests? You’re the worst – congrats!
Everyone I knew took part in a mass exodus in 2008ish and I soon forgot about MySpace. My pal Dan pointed out I still had a link to it, which was humorous to me…until I went to my old page. Holy shit, I had about 40 minutes of comedy online and it was awful. I watched some old sets. I made it through five and deleted the entire account before one more person had to watch me curse every 2.3 words and chug six beers in a 17 minute set. For anyone that came to see me in 2007, you should get a purple heart or you are a sick, sick human being and you need a lot of help. When I overcome the shame of watching myself, maybe I’ll blog about it.
I like this simply because of the title.