The Truth About "MySpace Whoring"

The Truth About MySpace Whoring:
Everything You Wanted To Know But Were Afraid To Ask...

You might already know me. My name is C h r i s. Prior to being deleted on June 6th, 2006 I had 73,000 friends on MySpace.

I was a MySpace Whore.

BEFORE THERE WAS C H R I S, THERE WAS CHRIS.

It started off innocently enough. When I started MySpace in 2003 or 2004 it was for fun; a friend showed me the site, I signed up so I could comment his page, and I was off. I logged on once a day for a few minutes, hardly ever had new comments or messages, and pretty much thought it sucked. I never accepted requests from people I didn't know, and I thought band requests were a pain in the ass...

In early '05 I started adding new people. First was a kid named Alcatraz; he seemed cool, and had thousands of friends, so I figured why not. Right after I added him I saw why not; he did nothing but post bulletin after bulletin after bulletin saying add this person, add that person. Wtf?!? I deleted him, but it wasn't long before I found him on my list again...

I also found myself friends with Chris Chaos. He seemed pretty cool... he was part of Warped Tour and was always pushing bands in his bulletins. I added some, passed on others, and eventually added two other whores, Rock Da Mullet and Forbidden. My bulletins were now dominated by posts for alternative rock bands, something I wasn't all that interested in, but I kept them and started adding more and more people...

Whores back then were mostly music industry people in their late 20s and 30s who were really pushing bands on MySpace. Chris Chaos, Ed, Forbidden, and others. There were the younger people who botted their way to thousands of friends, but the ones everyone wanted to be like were the ones who seemed real, the ones who inspired fan clubs, and posses, and more...

...but even with my doing PR, and being interested in rap and rock music, I didn't want to be like them... yet.

THE ORIGINALS

In June of '05 I made the decision to leave my job. Up until then I'd worked sixty, seventy, eighty hour weeks. I was earning good money, but I hated it, and the decision to leave and look for something new was pretty sudden.

I spent a few weeks sailin' around on my boat, browsing the help wanted ads occasionally and living off of savings from thousands of dollars in overtime. It was fun, and I got one hell of a tan (and, probably, the beginnings of skin cancer), but after a few weeks it got a little boring and I decided to hit up the internet for a real job search... and some additional MySpacing.

My page had grown to about 2,000 friends - people just adding me at random, mostly - and I'd long since stopped seing my bulletins. I didn't care... MySpace was fun now, with glittery "showin' some love" comments almost every day and messages from people I'd never met.

One night in late June I saw a bulletin from someone named Brilliant. It said something like "W4W? I need 5,000 by the end of the night." I laughed, thinking who the fuck NEEDS MySpace friends? I mean, seriously... who sets goals for friends?

Hah!

I started posting a similar bulletin that same night. "W4W? Help me get to 3,000 friends!" I'd figured out that I could take Alcatraz's bulletin and mess around with the HTML code until it added me, so I did. I posted it once at first, whoring with as many people as I could. After a few hours the adds were just rolling in. 100... 200... 400... 600... I couldn't believe it. I'd been on MySpace for nearly a year and I'd gotten up to 2,000 friends, and now simply posting bulletins was bringing me hundreds of friends in a few hours.

I have to admit, it was an adrenaline rush. If you've never whored - or played Pokemon, or collected anything in real life - you won't be able to understand it. But when someone posts your add-me code, and your inbox notification goes crazy, it's a rush.

I was... addicted.

Once I hit 3,000 I was in the 'big leagues'. People like Brilliant, Nick from MySpace, and Mr. Cuntageous, with their thousands of friends, were suddenly willing to swap whore codes with me. We whored in mails for a few weeks, and our friend counts grew by thousands more... 5,000 to 10,000 to 15,000 in a matter of weeks. We'd left nearly everyone else behind, and suddenly I was receiving fan mail. If you've never received any, you're missing out.

I began developing alliances with whores with decent friend counts. xKylex, Ding Ding, Jon from MySpace... we all swapped with each other in mails, at first, eventually swapping out AIM screen names. It was then that I found out that there's a whole whore 'world' on AIM... nightly whore chats where people with the big friend counts meet and actually get to know each other. I'd since started a new job, but I found myself looking forward to leaving work to hit up the AIM chats, wondering what I was missing when I wasn't on.

I'd never been addicted to anything before - especially the internet - and never really saw it coming...

If you've whored, you know the rush of suddenly finding that dozens of people want to be your friend. Imagine it at the beginning, before everyone was doing it. With only a dozen or so whores, every post was noticed by hundreds of people; most people were still reading bulletins, instead of just posting them. I could post someone's add-me code and get them 100 friends easily. My record was 280 in a single post. One day I put out a request for 'Keep It Gangsta C H R I S' signs; I posted the bulletin and walked out the door; when I came home, more than a dozen signs were waiting for me.

It's an awesome feeling...

...and in those first few weeks, it was overpowering. I'm not lying when I say I spent one period of twenty-four hours doing nothing but whoring. I had no desire to sleep. I had no desire to eat. All I wanted to do was get more friends on MySpace. It was what I imagine a crack addict must feel like, trying to get some crack, with all normal aspects of life taking a backseat to the addiction. At the end I had a cold, I was exhausted - and I felt pretty damn satisfied because I'd gotten 1k in a day.

I began to make jokes about MySpacers Anonymous. And I noticed that, in my twenty-four hours of whoring, I wasn't alone...

At some point whore groups began to develop. I was used to joining trains from chat rooms and getting a few hundred friends with a single post, but later in the summer David2, Dani Fidelity, and a few others started a group called The Elites. If you were on MySpace last summer you might remember the bulletins: 'Add The Famous Faces of MySpace.' I thought it was corny at first, thinking most people would laugh, make fun of the losers with no lives, and move on.

I was surprised when people bought it. The friend requests were proof: hundreds, even thousands in a single night, and as many messages in my inbox from people wondering how I'd achieved MySpace fame, how they could become a part of the Elites, and more. In actuality we were a group of people who rushed home from jobs, college classes, and other things to post bulletins on MySpace and chat in AIM chatrooms, but to thousands of new friends we were 'famous' - on MySpace.com, at least. I started to believe the hype, peppering real-life conversations with references to my 'thousands of friends all over the country' lol'z! People must've thought I was loopy...

Flash trains hit whoring toward the end of summer '05. A whore named Joe - Flash Joe, as he became known - developed a flash file which would easily allow anyone who wanted to join and repost a whore train. This resulted in adds for everyone and is, without a doubt, what made whoring as popular on MySpace as it is today. Now all people needed was their friend ID, and they were whores. This is about the time I stopped responding to most of my mails; they were almost all requests for tutorials on how to find one's friend ID.

The Elites, who had prime spots in every bulletin reposted, saw the benefits: thousands and thousands of new friends. I was getting so many requests that I couldn't accept them all. I remember driving over to Cornell University after work, because their computer lab, with its T5 connections, allowed me to access two super-fast computers at the same time. I'd be accepting and accepting and accepting from midnight until 2 a.m., and would still leave with hundreds of pending requests...

One of my real-life friends caught on. He noticed that I had thousands of new friends on MySpace, and started watching my bulletins. At first he made fun of me. "What are you going to do, rent a bus and take all of your friends to Six Flags?" he'd ask. I'd respond by pointing out that one of my 20,000 friends could be shopping next to us at Wal-Mart right at that moment. He'd get mad and make fun of me some more, but after a few weeks his competitive nature kicked in, and I noticed his friend count was growing. He had figured out how to manipulate the flash trains to incorporate himself and some other "noob" whores; within a few weeks they, too, were blowing up on MySpace. You might remember him as 'Sloth'; when he stopped whoring he had 39,000 friends and, while he didn't quite catch up to me, he added an assload of friends without ever revealing himself on MySpace. Some of his friends included Arieller, Smiles Goodsense, Kyle Maus, and more...

For a long time the only people whoring were older: college-age kids and adults, mostly people in the music industry, or people who wanted to be. With the exception of a few - Audai, my first-ever AIM whore friend... Nick From MySpace, who used to post for me when he had 5,000 friends and I had 500... Chris Capone, a little Chris Chaos wanna-be who wouldn't post for anyone and yet still somehow wound up with more friends than God - and a couple of others who have whored since the beginning - you never really saw anyone under 18 on the boards. There were some younger people botting - getting tens of thousands of friends with computer programs that send out hundreds of friend requests a day - but you never saw them, because they didn't post bulletins. For the most part MySpace whores were older, probably because of the HTML knowledge that was required to make the whore codes used to get friends.

With the advent of Joe's flash trains, though, it wasn't long before younger people began poppin' up on the scene. Websites like MySpaceSupport and others began offering people a way to make their own whore codes, too. Soon everyone was doing it, and whores began becoming younger and younger - almost too young to be called whores! I started to see people aged thirteen, twelve, and eleven posting add-me bulletins and joining trains.

The creation of buttons - those little blinky things you push to post a bulletin - made it even easier for whoring to become huge. Little known fact: I was the first whore to have a button; I was all excited, at first, thinking there'd be no way I wouldn't get way more adds than everyone else. One of my friends made me my button in exchange for some posts; I got him 500 friends and I got a hot new button that posted my code. I posted it in bulletin after bulletin after bulletin, and easily got 1000 new friends in a few hours...

By the end of the same night all of the people I whored with had figured out how to change the button to post their own codes. It wasn't long before everyone had one and, soon, websites were even making buttons for people...

...and whoring would never be as fun again.

THE FIRST TIME I STOPPED...

The first time I stopped whoring was in December '05. Some stuff came up in my personal life and it sort of interfered, so I basically quit. You know what I experienced?

1. I lost hundreds of friends, as people got deleted, deleted their accounts, or just took me off their lists because I wasn't on much anymore. I dropped from 56,000 friends to 49,000 in less than two months.

2. My former whore friends who were still whoring were offended by the fact that I denied them "w4w" - and some stopped talking to me. Wtf?

You'd think quitting would be easy, right? If you don't understand whoring, it would seem as simple as turning off the computer. When you're a whore with 56,000 friends, though, it's not. You find yourself missing some of your friends. You keep thinking of all of the people still adding new friends every day, while your own count is dropping. You catch yourself out on a Sunday thinking about how Sundays is the best day of the week for whoring, and how you're missing it...

It's a psychological addiction. Walking away from it is not easy. And I found that out in January, nearly two months after I'd stopped, the same way many other whores who've come out of "retirement" have: a little nooby whore said something that pissed me off, and I was back.

TRYNA GET OUT BUT I CAN'T...

You probly kno Nick. Nick was one of the many people who got into whoring after he made me a Keep It Gangsta, C H R I S sign in exhchange for a promise of some friends. When he had the first comment he had 300 friends. I ignored it; I was getting dozens of comments a day back then - another effect of being one of a small number of people with many friends - and I didn't have time to answer them all. He left a few more comments, and I noticed that he was from Portland, OR - where I have family. I asked him about Portland, he gave me some info, and we started talking. His sign was taken with a camera phone that resulted in a picture so small I couldn't even use it on my page. Still, a promise was a promise, and I whored him a few times. He got hundreds of friends, and you could tell the bug had bitten him.

Nick started a whore group called MySpace M.O.B.s, which I somehow became a part of. It was horrible: him, a friend of his, and me. I had 50,000 friends or more, and they each had a few thousand. Every day there would be angry comments from Nick, sayin' things like I don't think you've been whoren MOBs. Grr! It was annoying, and after a while MOBs disbanded. Thank God.

I'd gotten to know Nick pretty well so we continued to keep in contact even after I'd quit whoring. Then, in January, he left the second comment you see, pointing out that I'd been losing a lot of friends. I went to his page to say "ha ha still got 50,000" and was amazed that Nick had somehow whored himself to 35,000 friends. o-0 !!

That's where the competitive nature of the addiction kicks in. This was a teen, a little newbie who'd had 300 friends when I first met him... and he's gonna pass me?

Couldn't happen. Couldn't let it. So even though I'd successfully managed to stop whoring for nearly two months, in mid-January I found myself sucked back in. And I'd spend the next few months whoring with Nickolas; we each gave the other a spot in our whore codes, plus access to each other's accounts. I quickly came back to where I'd been, Nick continued to gain friends, and we soon found ourselves with 68,000 and 73,000 friends.

And I found myself addicted, again. As long as there was the chance of this kid passing me, I felt compelled to whore. I'd watched other people pass me, but this was someone who'd been impressed with me when he had 300 friends. It's hard to explain, but... if you're addicted... something as little as that is all it takes to bring you back to it.

I know a dozen or more whores who will say the same thing.

THE ADDICTION

If you've never whored before you're probably laughing at me right now. You're thinking OMFG, this guy is insane! He was addicted to getting MySpace friends?

Friends, I was one of many, many addicted whores.

In my year as a whore I talked to people who were not just depressed, but suicidal when MySpace deleted their accounts.

I got to know people who based their self-worth on their friend count.

I watched a real-life friendship break up when one of the two people was asked to join a whore group and the other one wasn't.

It was crazy.

Why is whoring so addictive?

On the surface it's hard to tell. All kinds of different people whore for all kinds of different reasons, and if you don't get to know them you never really see the reasons behind it.

I got to know a lot of them. And I came to realize that, for a lot of the whores, the addiction stems from a lack of something in real-life that thousands of friends helps make up for.

One whore, for example, felt horribly disrespected by his father. He was trapped in a life he didn't want to be a part of, and had even resorted to cutting to lessen the pain. On his MySpace page, legions of fans expressed devotion to him daily. I bet it makes being told you're a fuckup at the dinner table a little easier to take...

Another whore, despite being drop-dead gorgeous and receiving dozens of comments from girls on his MySpace every day, had difficulty talking to girls in real-life. Talking to them on MySpace was easier - and the fact that he had thousands of friends was sort of an ice breaker for the girls.

Another whore, a minority, noticed that 99f the whores tended to be white. He wanted to represent, and he did, becoming the first person of his race to reach 100,000 friends before he was deleted. It was a source of pride for him; he probably could have become the first person of his race to do something different that didn't involved MySpace, but the challenge was there and he took it...

If you know Addison aka Cash, you know about his dreams to be a real-life concert promoter in the future. Addison's a religious little dude, and he got into whoring because nobody was whoring the Christian rock bands. I started whoring Addison when I found out that another whore had offered to whore him for money. I was the deal-breaker on that one; Addison got more friends, paid nothing, and became a good friend to me, putting me second on every whore train he ever made, whether I was online or not. I got him a few hundred friends to start out, and he got me thousands over time... and he got his name out in the circles he wanted to. Where other 'promoters' quietly stopped posting for bands and resorted to a quest to become the number one whore, Addison continues to post for Christian rockers. No doubt he'll make it in the music business someday... which, if I remember, was the goal of a lot of whores when they started the 'promotion' process.

Countless people I became friends with whored, and still whore, because of low self-esteem. They're too fat, or too ugly, or not cool enough - in their minds. This was a little harder to figure out, but I saw it a lot: people who might've been picked on in school but, on MySpace, were Gods and Goddesses. When your self-image is low and your ego is boosted every day by fans - something I'm not sure you'd ever be able to experience anywhere outside of MySpace - whoring seems like a good alternative to anything real life has to offer.

Some situtations are more complicated than that. One whore I became friends with was on house arrest for a felony. He began whoring soon after I did. He'd lost most of his friends in real-life, and he wasn't allowed to leave his house for six months - an ankle bracelet made sure he didn't - but his bulletins talked of exciting things he'd been a part of, and his thousands and thousand of MySpace friends believed him. He was living the life his probation officer wouldn't allow him to through MySpace. Note: don't ask who he was, because I'm not telling. He no longer whores, but we're still close. Thanks for understanding...

The list goes on from there.

For me, it was leaving a job in which I'd worked eighty hour weeks on a regular basis and, suddenly, having little to do. Instead of being a work-a-holic I became a whore-a-holic. Healthy? Hell no. But it filled a void for me, just like it did for a lot of other people. I'm not complaining...

WHAT GOES UP MUST COME DOWN...

Whoring is funny. One minute someone is at the top of the whore world, and the next minute they're nothing, deleted or, sometimes, just moving on. Do you remember...

The Bryan? - deleted a LONG time ago, one of the originals

Christopher Robin? - same

Tomek? - fastest-growing account I've ever seen, deleted

Joey Badass? - over 250,000 friends

Cian?

Chris, aka Drop Dead Vintage?

Chris Chaos?

K-Town's MVP?

Danny from MySpace?

Rachel from MySpace? - Danny's Sidekick

Banks?

Zachary Blake?

Flash Joe?

Ryan Alexander?

Stefan Maxx?

Brad 6-6-6?
Brilliant?
Garrett - The 'Baby' of the Whores?

Jesse?
The Italian Stallion?

Ronnie F*cking Legend?

Justin aka The Only Medicine? - died last week

Arieller?

Its Maggie Yo?

MJ?
Gbaby?

Nick from MySpace?

Audai?

Jordan, aka Loserface?
xxShaynexx?

Cameron?

Nicko?

Harrison?

Jen Pandamonia?

Weddle?
Cassidy Ladrogue
Alyssa, aka CrazyBiitch?

Electric?
WTFMario?
Randy aka the KKK Kid?

Chris The Tinner?
Chris Couture?

Die Randy?
Denis?
Skankish/Clumsy You?
Tania xCore?

Jack the Fxcking Pumpkin King?

HXC Justin?

Steve Carnage?

MikeXStar?

Enrico?

Justin aka Drummer Punk?
Roque?

Adam/Of Dying Hope?
Chris aka JusALilPimp?

MikexDosxMille?

Coady from Coaburg?

Richard Romantic?

Johnny Sweetass/JSDesign?
Shawn Caution?
Sup Sammie?
[M]
Mx? lol
Rel?
Gocky?
Kay Money?

LolKatie?

Brooke?
Blah Vadim?

Rawr Rockstar?

Adriano Antonelli?

Social Experiment?

Ant aka Gunz?
Mr. Roboto?
Intense?
Kay.Dee.Bee?

Jeff aka Xiao?

Eric Spring?

Dave 180?
Colton Whitmore?
The Notorious JesseBurns?
Etch-a-Sketch?
Nature's Fuck-Up?
Ryano?
Lorelei Carson?

Kayla?

NessaTheNinja?
Josie [Barbie Corpse]?
Shayna?
Blair?
Chris from Coil?

Team Whybuy?

The Shizzle?

Damien?

Im Mark Berry Bitch?
Zakk The Promoter?
Zakky Badass?
Zachy Chaos?
Zak/Eminem?
Damn how many Zachs were there???
Chris/Jusalilpimp?
EddyXDuh?
DannyxChaos?

Tony Fantastik? 5x?

Sloth?

Pinecone?
Jason/LaChance?
SupaDave?
Roque?
KevRCrunk?

J-Rad?
Harrison?
Gaige and Peaco?

Do you remember them? Each was MySpace famous once. Most no longer are. It sort of mirrors real celebrity: A-list today, B-list tomorrow, C-list and playing celebrity poker tournaments a few months from now. And the list goes on and on, people who have been deleted once, twice, sometimes half a dozen times. Or, people who have just quit... walked away from huge accounts, sold them, given them away, or even deleted them themselves.

Who decides who gets deleted and who stays? Hard to say. People with hundreds of thousands of friends have half-nude photos on their profiles, while others are deemed inappropriate for MySpace and deleted...

6/6/6

On June 6th, 2006 - yeah, 6/6/6 thanks - a few whores messaged me on AIM and asked if I'd heard about 'the list'. I hadn't, and they explained that another whore - he's not even worth mentioning here - had told them that a MySpace employee had informed him, secretly, that there was a list of whores that MySpace had ordered him to delete, and that I was one of those on it. Within thirty minutes my account, which had grown to 73,000 friends and had been in existence since 2004, was gone. So were a dozen others.

I wasn't as angry as you would expect. In fact, at first, I wasn't angry at all. I'd found 73,000 new friends but, in truth, only a few dozen really cared enough to leave me messages or comments on a regular basis. Thousands had probably added me and never even looked at my page. I'd miss being able to post bulletins for the rappers I'd been promoting on a regular basis, but I still had other accounts I could push them from. And most of the people who meant something to me knew how to find me...

I was irritated, though, that I'd been deleted and that other MySpace users had apparently been tipped off. I contacted MySpace and let them know what had happened, and almost immediately received a reply from a top executive asking for more information. I told him everything I knew, and we spoke on the phone at length; MySpace, it appears, had not authorized anyone to delete mass numbers of users that night; in fact, according to their records, my account hadn't been deleted by a MySpace employee at all, but by myself. When I pointed out that I hadn't received an email confirmation their executive asked for more time to investigate, and I agreed, thinking I'd never hear from him again...

Instead, a little while later, I receive a voicemail: my account had been restored! Their technicians had worked to recover it, and had determined that it had not been deleted by anyone at MySpace. I was "good to go", he told me, and I was already on the computer trying to login before I'd even saved the voicemail.

In actuality, I was not "good to go". The account had somehow been deleted again, in the two hours since he left his voicemail. We spoke one more time, and then I received an email which stated that they'd tried, and failed, to restore the account.

Rumors had begun to circulate that a hacker who'd spent a lot of time befriending whores - including a number who I'd considered friends - had been using privileges granted to him by MySpace.com to access and delete accounts of whores he wasn't friends with. I was one of those who didn't believe this, at first. I knew things get dirty in the world of whores, but I'd whored with the people in question, and didn't think it could be true. In late-June, however, the hacker's account was deleted, and people told me that his MySpace moderator privileges were revoked.

We'll never know if he was, in fact, the reason that more than twenty whores got deleted in a month's time. And we'll never know if it was this connection, or just mere coincidence, that nearly all of his friends somehow escaped deletion.

I, personally, don't care.

Between the time that I was deleted and the time that the hacker was, I'd taken a look at the people who were still whoring.

The 'glamour' was gone.

When I'd started, whores were mainly music biz insiders or people who dreamed of being promoters in real life.

Exactly one year later nearly all of those people were gone, replaced by a large number of middle schoolers, high schoolers, and even people who'd dropped out of high school to whore. Even those who called themselves promoters were rarely posting anything other than whore bulletins for themselves and each other. The top whores were now far from what you would want to be like, and I realized, almost suddenly, what a lot of people I'd whored with had realized a long time before: whoring had stopped being cool.

THE TRUTH ABOUT WHORING:

1. Posting someone else's whore code will never, ever get you thousands of friends. Or any friends. Not even one.

2. In fact, thanks to the feature that allows people to delete you right from your bulletin, it will almost certainly result in your losing them.

3. Pushing a button will never get you adds. You were fooled. Sorry.

4. No, From First To Last did not break up. And half of the other subject you've seen in bulletins probably weren't true, either. Thanks, auto-post bulletins... for nothing.

5. Having 100,000 friends does little for you in real life. If anything, it ties you to your computer more, because your life revolves around your MySpace friends instead of your real-life ones. Watch the top whores and see how often they're not posting bulletins. It ain't often...

6. That person you see with 100,000 friends isn't famous. Chances are he or she just sit at home day and night posting bulletins on MySpace. Famous people get out of the house sometimes.

7. The 'most famous' people on MySpace tend to be the people with the best autorequest programs. I know: I've gotten friend requests from all of them.

8. If you whore long enough it begins to seem like real-life, and MySpace World and the real world become intermingled. You find yourself planning vacations around visiting other whores, and little happens in your life that doesn't involve MySpace.com.

9. Some people have actually dropped out of school for MySpace. Skip school sometime and watch who's posting bulletins all day long... you'll see. Don't be one of them. A million friends isn't worth one-eighth what a high school diploma is.

10. Relationships have broken up over whoring. Unless they're real secure about themselves, the person you're dating can have a real problem with dozens of other girls/guys telling you how how you are in your comments. It starts with the person you're seeing/sleeping with leaving an increasing number of comments to declare his or her terroritory; it almost never ends up well.

11. Having mad friends changes some people. I had 40,000 friends before most people had 400. I watched people become addicted, stay on their computers all day long, and catch up and pass me. Some of the people were nice on the way up, and not-so-nice after their friendcount had passed everyone. It wasn't until they were deleted, and were back to zero, that they realized MySpace friend count ain't shit - at least, when it comes to what kind of person you are. Then they were nice again...

12. In real-life you probably aren't going to have a fan club. You won't walk into the cafeteria at school, or into the boardroom at work, and have dozens of people excited to see you, clamoring to see what you have to say next. But in MySpace World, you do. Does having fans become addictive? You bet your ass it does...

13. And that's why having XXX,XXX number of friends is never enough. If you've ever whored you've probably said "I'll just get to 1,000 and then stop." 1,000 turns into 10,000. That turns into 100,000. It just keeps going from there. Because as long as there's a MySpace, other people will be whoring. Once they've passed you, if your self-worth is tied to your friend count even a little, you won't be top dog anymore. Or maybe you're just competitive... in any event, unless you stop completely, stopping for many whores isn't easy to do.

14. Whoring IS addictive.

MORE TO COME?

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I leave you with one final thought, an image of what MySpace culture has allowed to become 'MySpace Famous', as opposed to the rest of us...

In my year of whoring I saw dozens and dozens of people, some as young as fourteen, trying to emulate Tila, Forbidden, and Jeffree Star. The truth is, if this is what passes for 'famous' on MySpace, I'll pass. I've heard the music, and I've read the lyrics: the rappers I was posting bulletins for have ten times the talent, and they don't put up slutty pictures for their legions of underage fans. TO EVERYONE WHO ADDED ME, OR POSTED A BULLETIN FOR ME, DURING MY YEAR AS A WHORE: THANK YOU. SORRY IT COUDLN'T LAST... maybe if I'd worn more makeup? Lawl'z...

...I <333 all 107,000 of you. And anyone else who reads this. Now you know the truth.

In memory of...
Gregory Justin Frederick
aka Justin The Only Medicine
Over 100,000 Friends on MySpace
Deleted 2005
Died June 6, 2006


Jason LaChance - http://myspace.com/jlachance
17,000+ Friends on MySpace
Rochester, NY
Died October 20, 2006