The final straw came when I received a friend request from somebody who I had never heard of before. That somebody looked like a comedian, a “pop” star, or just somebody who wanted to get noticed so they could jump start their entertainment career. I haven’t heard from anybody I actually knew through MySpace for months and hadn’t logged into the site or opened the iPhone app for that long. We all know that MySpace has been dying, slowly and painfully, ever since Facebook became the King Kong of social media and sat on it, not even noticing the squishy sound of Rupert Murdoch’s crushed dreams of building a social media empire.
I am willing to bet that at least 90% of the people who read this article (in other words, 9 out of 10 people) have either deleted their own MySpace account, haven’t checked it in a long time, or never had one to begin with. The remaining 9.9% are probably asking themselves why they’re bothering with MySpace at this point and will shut down their account in the near future. The last 0.1% are wondering why I’m not talking about Friendster.
So long, MySpace. We hardly knew ye.