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Student threatens to leave MySpace due to changes
Moniqa Paullet
Issue date: 4/9/08 Section: OPINION
Dear MySpace,
We've been together a long time, a little more than three years now, and we've had a good run.
You've let me edit the HTML coding on my own page so I can fully express myself as a person, nay, as an artist. You've helped me keep in touch with my family and members of my high school youth group who probably didn't need to know about every questionable event I planned to attend or "complicated" relationships on my Facebook news feed.
Most of all, you've kept me happily entertained, or maybe a little obsessed, and busy when I ought to have been doing homework or real work at every job with Internet access. And that's what set you apart from other sites - you made me happy.
But things have changed, MySpace, and I don't feel like you respect me anymore. You've made some changes, and now you treat me like a child.
When I click a link for a funny video my friend posted in a bulletin, you don't let me see the funny video. You stop me like I'm a half-wit and tell me, "If you follow the previous link, you will be on a new Web site, not the MySpace Web site."
Well, DUH. That's why I clicked the link in the first place, MySpace.
You can't keep me locked in the house, barefoot in your kitchen, forever. I want to see other Web sites, MySpace, and you're going to have to let me. I know it's a big, scary Internet out there, but I've been doing this for seven years and I think I can handle myself.
I understand your "effort to stop phishing." I get it. I know what's what, and I have never succumbed to Dr. Nagobi Sanjou, accountant for a recently deceased multi-millionaire in Nigeria, who needs my help transferring funds into a Swiss bank and is offering to pay me handsomely for the use of my bank account and social security number.
I'm a big girl, a 21-year-old woman just a month away from finishing her college education. So stop treating me like a na've pre-teen who needs sheltering from the Web at large.
I want to see other Web sites, MySpace, and if you're not going to let me, then this isn't going to work out. You need to learn to respect me because I'm not afraid to leave you.
Moniqa Paullet is a public relations senior from Plano and copy chief of the NT Daily. She may be reached at mlp0141@unt.edu.
We've been together a long time, a little more than three years now, and we've had a good run.
You've let me edit the HTML coding on my own page so I can fully express myself as a person, nay, as an artist. You've helped me keep in touch with my family and members of my high school youth group who probably didn't need to know about every questionable event I planned to attend or "complicated" relationships on my Facebook news feed.
Most of all, you've kept me happily entertained, or maybe a little obsessed, and busy when I ought to have been doing homework or real work at every job with Internet access. And that's what set you apart from other sites - you made me happy.
But things have changed, MySpace, and I don't feel like you respect me anymore. You've made some changes, and now you treat me like a child.
When I click a link for a funny video my friend posted in a bulletin, you don't let me see the funny video. You stop me like I'm a half-wit and tell me, "If you follow the previous link, you will be on a new Web site, not the MySpace Web site."
Well, DUH. That's why I clicked the link in the first place, MySpace.
You can't keep me locked in the house, barefoot in your kitchen, forever. I want to see other Web sites, MySpace, and you're going to have to let me. I know it's a big, scary Internet out there, but I've been doing this for seven years and I think I can handle myself.
I understand your "effort to stop phishing." I get it. I know what's what, and I have never succumbed to Dr. Nagobi Sanjou, accountant for a recently deceased multi-millionaire in Nigeria, who needs my help transferring funds into a Swiss bank and is offering to pay me handsomely for the use of my bank account and social security number.
I'm a big girl, a 21-year-old woman just a month away from finishing her college education. So stop treating me like a na've pre-teen who needs sheltering from the Web at large.
I want to see other Web sites, MySpace, and if you're not going to let me, then this isn't going to work out. You need to learn to respect me because I'm not afraid to leave you.
Moniqa Paullet is a public relations senior from Plano and copy chief of the NT Daily. She may be reached at mlp0141@unt.edu.
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