Bye bye MySpace!
The last message to ever pass through my personal MySpace profile.
This page shan’t be used anymore. Ever since I created it – through the coercion of everyone else is using it and has stopped using other means of online communication rather than actually wanting to – I’ve felt dirty about it. Now I’ve come to a point where I’m not just tired of feeling like a private corporation’s commodity, but I want to act upon it. Near-eternal (and soon eternal) data retention and the selling-off of marketing databases (to provide us with better services, of course) is not exactly my proverbial cup of tea.
Not using a personal MySpace page anymore is barely an example of that, but at least I’ll feel slightly better about myself.
“Web 2.0″ (MySpace, Facebook et al) has caused the death of user-run and user-controlled online communities, and as I’ve witnessed over the last few years has caused the internet to cease what it used to be. When I first connected to the worldwide tubes in 1998, it was a great network of knowledge and freedom. Over eleven years, it has turned into nothing less than subscription cable TV: you think that what you’re getting is what you want, rather than fat executives deciding what you want – and you gladly buying into it. Hey, it’s the newest thing, so it must be good, right?
Hypocritical as I am, the Indigetes Dii MySpace page will continue to exist; purely because the music is too shitty to have any listeners were it not for the drunk people clicking through from other profiles.
As for the data retention, check this page with links to four pictures I deleted to see how long they stay on MySpace’s servers. Because, like it or not, they own them. But, like everyone else, you didn’t read the Terms Of Use, did you? Of course not. No one outside of MySpace’s (or Facebook’s, Bebo’s, …) legal department ever has, as they’re simply incomprehensible unless you’re a seasoned lawyer.
So bye-bye, MySpace friends – if any of you long-lost e-pals of yore ever return here, you can contact me via indigetesdii.org. Or add the Indigetes Dii profile and be a “friend” (how that word has lost its meaning over the past years…) of the crappiest experimental noise ever made!
I hope you realise that your freedom, online and otherwise, is being taken away from you day by day; and that you will act upon it by closing your rectum to the corporations trying to stick their penises in it. Toodle-pip!