MySpace is such an odd phenomenon. A bit back, through your basic three click wandering, I stumbled on Drew Carey’s MySpace. As a couple of my musician friends know, you’re always apprehensive when you come across someone of some fame on a public site like that, so I did some poking around and managed to confirm it was indeed. Clicked a couple more links, found a couple of other folks. Mused on the oddness, went on with life.
So anyhow, I was reading one of another of the blogs found during that click-thru (Proops’) this morning, and did a doubletake at one of the names listed. Click. Holy… Click click. Whoa! Click – good god, he did gastric bypass and looks fabulous! …and is online right now. Strange.
And then found myself sort of flipping a bit, at the weird stalker feeling of knowing someone is online, someone with some modicum of fame – a name, at least, that I recognize, and someone I would likely be tonguetied to be in front of. And also just the very odd of knowing that someone “like that” – that is, someone with that bit of fame and such that would leave me in a bit of awe – is doing something so simple as sitting on a computer somewhere and poking at their own computer keyboard, browsing the same basic site as me. It’s a small world collapsing feeling.
It’s been known for a while that Milgram’s original 6 degrees wasn’t necessarily as accurate as portrayed, and is certainly nothing like what popular media has done with it. And yet, these strange moments of collapsing world make me realize that the technology does exist that allows us to be just a few clicks away from anyone.
It’s a very dizzy sort of thing.