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“I hope our profiles all go dead, entombed in distant servers
A monument of your youth, although lacking its observers
Your page will be an empty shell, when no one is behind it
I hope your MySpace stays forever - and I hope that your kids find it“

The Internet is kind of like a modern day time capsule. The things that kids (and adults!) put out there get indexed and stored away forever, and will be Google-able well after they all grow up and abandon their MySpace and Facebook pages.

This isn’t something previous generations have had to deal with, though. I know that the most awkward things I ever found of my parents were some semi-incriminating, and semi-faded, photos from a camping trip back in 1975, but nothing to be embarrassed about really. But what about when the “MySpace generation” grows up and has kids of their own — kids who will be able to just simply Google their parents and find archaic (and yet still sparkly) MySpace pages filled with animated gifs, possibly obscene comments and photos of their melancholic reflection in the bathroom mirror?

And, while it’s hilarious to think about now, maybe those are all things that they might not want popping back into their lives at a later point, like, say, when they are running for the US Senate or have curious kids of their own. And maybe that’s something they should go ahead and consider now.

So someone decided to write a hilarious song (featuring the above quote) that considers what it’ll be like when abandoned MySpace pages are found by the next generation — what I will now designate as the “time capsule effect” of social networking sites — and here it is for your enjoyment.

Don’t worry, it’s safe to share with your kids or students, and I’m sure they’ll find it hilarious, too. Seriously, I was totally rotfl-ing!

Wait a minute, now that I think about it, did I ever delete my old Friendster page from 2002? Uh oh… — LAUREN FROHNE

My Hope

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