Last night, while dining at Marks, Molly, Jimmy and I got to talking about My Space.
More importantly, we turned our discussion to the Top 8.
The My Space Top 8 has turned functioning, cerebral, professional adults into, literally, children.
Who’s listed on our Top 8s can be a huge matter. One wrong placement of a person and, just like that, a friendship could be ruined forever and a day.
Someone’s Top 8 could change daily, based on the potential of blossoming relationships or the destruction of old ones.
Consciously listing a person on your Top 8 is quite the commitment and testament to your relationship, especially when you have 20 or more My Space “friends.” (We’ve all accepted friend requests from complete strangers simply to boost our number of friends. Guilty as charged, I say.)
Making one’s Top 8 is a mighty feat — or, no feat at all, if the account holder has less than eight friends listed. Making the Top 8 by default can be rather pathetic.
Hearing us continually utter the phrase “Top 8” last night sounded so silly, though. We’re grownups, for God’s sake.