"MySpace is a punchline now—just another failed social network, like Friendster, a cesspool of pedophiles and bullying and cluttered profile pages designed by emo teens with moodswings. But how would you feel about the site’s demise if you were one of those people who spent all of your free waking hours adding “friends” and tweaking your page to the point where you were legitimately, kinda internet-famous? What if, in other words, you were a Scene Queen?"
— I wrote about what happened to the Scene Queens after MySpace ended for VICE.
