Your space or Mine? (I couldn't resist)

For quite some time I managed to avoid having a Myspace page. "Avoid" seems a strange word to use, but considering the amount of pressure that was put on me to get one, it is suprisingly- perhaps even alarmingly- apt. Many of my friends jumped on the Myspace bandwagon around 2004, but I didn't really have any concept of what it actually was, until 2006 when one of my housemates began playing the 'get a Myspace game', which involved weekly dares/bets/missions, in which the stakes were always the same - I chicken out/lose/fail, i get a Myspace. Although he never technically won, I did eventually get a Myspace...
I quickly became somewhat addicted to my brightly coloured testament to online teenage narcissism, but there was one thing that I could never quite get my head around- the 'top friends' feature. I have always wondered what would happen if I began handing out numbers to my friends in real life, and explaining to them what they could do to improve their ranking. I plan to try it one day. Even stranger is that I know people who have had actual fights over top friend rankings. The mind boggles.
The popularity of Myspace becomes obvious when out in pubs or clubs, as phrases such as "MYSPACE PHOTO!!!" and "hey...I'm pretty sure I've seen you on Myspace" are heard so often that they have led to the invention of the Myspace drinking game (simple rules- hear the word 'Myspace', drink. repeat.) To Myspace's credit this is not a game for the Cadburies (read: glass and a half).
I deleted my Myspace after about six months, having realised i was not, in fact, using it as a way to keep in touch with friends I didn't see often, but rather to procrastinate by leaving random comments for people I saw several times a week. They didn't want to let me go, but after 6 requests for my profile to be deleted I resorted to 'reporting' my own profile. It worked a treat. Having since returned to Myspace for class purposes I feel like a person that has suddenly realised they are too old for night clubs- the flashing lights are overwhelming, the music is too loud, and the girls aren't wearing nearly enough clothing.
next up: Facebook- the trendy liscensed restaurant of social networking...