Lost in Outer MySpace

MySpace sold for $580 million. I just found out it was a website. Or more specifically “a place for friends.” WTF? Even the old intern seemed to know about it and he is so out of touch he lugs a manual typewriter on airplane trips. What a racket that must make. Anyway back to MySpace. All along I thought it was a British television show about a bunch of dinks that work in some horrible office. I hate that show whatever it is called because it is so much like this office. Gavin is just like that annoying boss David Brent always guffawing and telling indecent jokes. He is cuter than that pudgy limey however. Plus he is Scottish which is infinitely cooler than British. Sorry Capper.

So now everywhere I turn people are saying look at my MySpace. I guess it is a good place to do coke and tell lies like the Blu Lounge in Williamsburg. And though the pages confuse me I have to admit that some of the tidbits are endlessly fascinating. Here is a nice gathering of the MySpace pages from our ADDVICE staff, the marketing wing of the VICE empire.

I am going to leave the names off and simply number them, as I’d like to protect their privacy: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5