A place for whores. Initially intended as an online system of staying in touch or re-connecting with old friends, My Space has grown into a compendium of 18 year old Southern California Paris Hilton worshipping attention starved idiots and asexual boys in women's jeans with more product than a salon. Lately, the circus has grown to include lots of half naked flexing bros with bad tribal tattoos and horrible pick up lines, as well as a large influx of internet-ebonics speaking idiots who cannot seem to properly use a keyboard without accidentally hitting the CAPSLOCK button or number keys in their sentences.
"hi, arent you on My Space? Cool, lets make out!"