Former users returning after a long absence will find friends’ profiles resting in a circa-2006 state. My old roommate, who has earned a master’s degree, worked at a newspaper in Minneapolis, gotten married, and moved to the South Pacific with his wife since he ceased to be my roommate, is still sleeping right next-door, per Friendster.
-David Roth in the Slate article “Ye Olde Social Network.”
I actually stubmled across my Friendster profile earlier this week. I’m single, live in New Jersey, work for a daily newspaper covering education. None of those things are true anymore.
I have pending friend requests from Taryn, Raven, Chloe, Heaven, Ashlyn, Esmeralda, Makayla and 15 other spam-bots who want me to check out their photos on some skeevy adult dating site.