You're Not on MySpace? You're Dead to Me.
But for various reasons, some single twenty-somethings living in New York City still refuse to join MySpace. Occasionally, their reasoning has some base in logic, like, "I want to avoid being stalked," or, "I live on another planet where nobody uses the Internet." Then, there are the cop-out reasons like "I don't want to share personal information" (that's what privacy settings are for, idiot), "it's evil, it's owned by Fox" (so is the Fox network, but you can't live without 24), and "I think it's pointless" (so did everyone else before they joined). But for the most part, their reasoning is simply hiding the fact that they think social networking is beneath them.
Oh, so you're too good for MySpace? Fuck you. You're full of crap - you aren't good enough for MySpace. They don't want your pompous ass on it, anyway. You'll probably sign up, do a half-assed job filling out a profile, and never log in again. Or you'll only fill out your first name, age, and gender and use it solely to stalk former high school classmates. You don't want people to know you're on MySpace, because you don't want your friends to misjudge you. After all, rather than having us think you're a fairly well-adjusted individual, we'd much rather you confirm our suspicions that you're a pretentious prick who thinks he's doing the world a favor by not "caving in" to MySpace.
It's 2006. It's not uncool to use a social networking site. And the more you put it off, the more likely you are to get shut out of my life. "Oh, you didn't hear about the party? I posted like three bulletins on MySpace about it. Oh, right... I forgot. You can't get off your fucking high horse. Sucks to be you."