The Operative Network at Friendster

… with your shiny new colors and your “Such And Such Updated His Underwear” and all that. I see you trying to get me (and everybody else) back from MySpace.

But your interface is still too kludgy. It took four clicks for me to even post this message, and I was already logged in. In the words of Cedric the Entertainer, “c’mon dawg …”

Moreover, MySpace has more movies, more legit celeb pages, more everything because Fox is bankrolling them now. You’re just an once-in-a-while digital booty call now, Friendster (even though you’re still hotter than Tribe … and some of my friends have a strange adherence to you, like a Brokeback “I wish I knew how to quite you” thing …).

No, for the time being I’m over at MySpace … and only partially because I never ended up making out with anybody I met here. Well, yet. I’m just saying …

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