At you make believe rappers I smile! HA!
Canal Streeting my style, like you internet sharing my files
You MySpace niggas
-Pusha T of Clipse (Keys Open Doors)
I just found the coolest website, it's called RapGenius and if you add a ".com" you'll be able to find it sans google. I found it, of course, loking for that quote about MySpace on google. Clipse are two of my favourite rappers but their stuff is so heady and thus it can go over my head. So what does it mean? Well according to RapGenius: "You can buy knock-offs of designer gear on Canal Street in NYC (there are always tons of stands with fake Gucci bags everywhere). 2nd-rate “make-believe” rappers are like knockoff, pirated [Pusha-T's] since they copy his style. They all have gaudy self-promotional MySpace pages, no record deals, no cred, etc. Also, saying “You MySpace niggas” is sort of like saying “You’re in my space [niggas].”
So what does that have to do with Facebook? Not much, but I feel the sentiment of that line, the anger at the fakery of it all, is very much in line with my thoughts on Facebook. And of course there's the "gaudy self-promotional" aspect to attend to but first: what the fuck I'm talking about. You see, I deactivated my Facebook account, like a few weeks ago I think, and I've been meaning to write this blog and now I'm writing it and in someways it's a damn shame I can't use Facebook to promote it.
I had a few friends delete Facebook, let's say about a year ago. These people were three actual friends of mine, people that I'd actively spent time with and continue, in theory at least for one of them, to do so. I tried to convince all three to rejoin and even went so far as to make a group to get one of them back. And then one day I watched The Dark Knight, for the umpteenth time and it clicked for me, I need to delete Facebook. I blame the Joker and his love for being his own dude, forget the murder & mayhem and you got one hell of a role model in the Joker.
Now one cannot simply "delete" a Facebook account, so please, stay away from that verb and instead use the more proper "deactivate;" Facebook accounts, it appears, are more permanent than tattoos.
To deactivate simply go to Settings, then Account Settings, then find Deactivate Account, then see how Facebook picks five pictures of you and various friends who are gonna miss having you on Facebook, then tell Facebook why you're leaving and don't worry if you choose one of Facebook's answers and not "other (please specify)" Facebook will conveniently provide you with reasons not to deactivate; however, if you choose "other (please specify)," then specify a reason, then be comforted by the fact that you can rejoin Facebook anytime by simply signing in with your e-mail and password again at any time.
The first person to notice I had deactivated was a friend at work who wanted to look up a comment I made, when she couldn't find it she asked me about it and since we have the type of job where we get to spend half an hour sitting and drinking coffee/tea with a group of people around our age most days, a bunch of people overheard that I had deactivated my Facebook account and I'm pretty sure I saw some dirty/disappointed looks. Others have treated me with admiration and respect but I know that for some people this is an insult. And I sympathises with these folks and for me it was that way too; because Facebook is what our society needs right now to communicate. Now you might cringe at that idea but the fact of the matter is that when humans embrace technology there's no going back, instead we must go forward, thus text messaging kills the telephone star and the internet becomes a human right. And Facebook is at the top of the heap because it allows people to share photos, thoughts, comments and "friendships."
Facebook is an extremely useful communication tool and I love it for it's messaging system, the idea of notes (until it became a parody of late 90's e-mail survey chains), prawling bitches and so much other shit but at the same time there are things about it that creep me the fuck out. Like for instance prawling bitches, I actually had a friend ask me how I was gonna prawl girls now. I mean what's the first thing one does when they get a friend on Facebook, they prawl all the pictures. I just met you and now you can see how fat I was a few years back, how not as fat I was earlier than that, how my hair used to be longer, how underneath the goatee there's a baby face, how obsessed I am with my cat, a subtle stonerism or two, a few pictures of other people with jokes written on them that aren't that funny (my favourite is a picture of John Lennon that says "I am client #9, I am client #9..." hehe), and some other shit including a pretty funny map of how to make a Michael Cera movie that I stole from somebody else. So yeah you meet someone and you gotta fucking add them on Facebook, fuck that shit, then everybody thinks they know who the fuck you are but instead only what you portray yourself to be. Fuck all that, I write a blog, I love to text, I go out for beers with my friends and have dinner with my family, go on a few dates too, I even screw, I exist at the moment of this writing as a human being and I don't need Facebook to prove it. You want me come find me, I'm in all my regular spots.
[B] Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar
[C] They ain't trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car
Bun B & Pimp C aka UGK (Fuck My Car), based off of Too $hort's Fuck My Car
