Now you don't have to hunt down the MSN or AIM names of those 14-year-old girls in your area (or 16-year-old Congressional pages for that matter) ... all you need is their Myspace!
I know it's a losing battle I'm fighting here against the vapid behemoth that is Myspace, and I realize the people who are reading this already know that Myspace is the internet version of a Wal-Mart parking lot at 11:45 on a Friday night but... I can't give up. I will not go quietly into the night. I will not vanish without a fight. Poopmonster said it pretty good the other day.
