MySpace - where you can hang yourself for your own crime

I was cataloguing a recent issue of Time magazine, when I came across the following article.

The Thin Blue Line at MySpace

A high school freshman in Massachusetts threatened classmates online.  A 14-year-old in Georgia said he would blow up the White House.  Two 17-year-olds went on a pyromaniacal spree in Washington, setting fire to stores, a bowling alley and a bus.  Police have arrested all four in the past month - with the help of the teens themselves, who confessed the crimes openly on their pages at MySpace.com      Actually, "bragged" might be more apt.  The confessions are all about showing off, says Trench, the scribe at Mycrimespace.com, which tracks the growing number of crime stories with MySpace twists.  (He goes by a pseudonym because he has received death threats for his efforts).  "These teens just want to see how many MySpace friends they can get - the wrong friends."      The line between public and private is blurry to many youths, who see MySpace as a safe haven.  Justine Cassell, a psychologist at North-western University near Chicago, says, "Kids have an egocentrism.  They believe they can see others and others can't see them.  Trench isn't sure the logic is that complex.  "I hate to insult kids," he says, "but they just don't think."

-- by Clayton Neuman (Time, 5th June 2006, p.9)

Many of you have probably already guessed that I'm not the world's greatest fan of MySpace.  Previously, I thought it was simply populated by people to whom "web design standards" is an incoherent jumble of letters, people who have whole-heartedly embraced the abhorrent concept of embedding music on their pages and spending a great deal of time working out how to use sticky caps, when they could have written things in a coherent and legible manner in half the time.

Now it looks like it's also the abode of the criminally inept and the just plain stupid.

(My apologies to anyone on my friends list who has a MySpace.  I just don't get it and nothing will ever convince me to venture in there ever again.  I've been traumatised by too many profile pages with dark green text on a black background and been forced to listen to someone's dubious taste in music without asking my permission first.)

Comments?  Opinions?  Are you, too, a MySpace devotee with the intetion of committing a crime-spree and telling everyone about it?  Or are you completely indifferent to the whole thing?