Artist Entry: From a Second Story Window vocalist Will Jackson dissects the 'Space'

Has anyone even been taking a look at the kids out there these days?

I mean, yes, I went through my "Hey, lets wear big jeans and hemp necklaces," phase. But really, it seems that the trends and fashions that these kids are all about are just becoming more and more unbearable to look at.

For example, a red handkerchief tied around your neck, too small jeans that barely pull up over your johnson, a white belt (studs or no studs), boxers that puff out like a chef's hat--due to the too small jeans--and a t-shirt that barely fits your 14-year-old body, baring the name of the coolest band out, doesn't scream that you're someone who knows what the hell is going on.

Now, I am not saying that this fashion fad, or err, horror, is anyone's fault. In fact, it is not any humans' fault at all. It is the fault of the worlds largest Web site, ever! That's right, MySpace.

The corporate giant that we are all slave to is not only forcing the human public to not care for privacy anymore, but is causing our youth to no longer take stock in their own sense of self.

After traveling this great country of ours, the expansive green north of Canada, and having gone over seas a few times, it just seems that via this instant fashion gallery available online has our children unable to simply venture into their closets and enjoy the idea of wearing what they want.

Now, I know that I sound like an old hag here, but really, there is just a sense of youthful sell-out going on here. We see more and more folks out there buying into the glitz and glamour of the mystical Internet personality.

Everyone wants to be the next Tila Tequila, and this is NOT a good thing. Have you seen her show, eeessshhhhh! A person should not want to embody a small bimbo who lurks both men and women on national television in order to find true love.

Let's face it, MySpace is not the place for love, it is a place to connect with friends, keep in touch, and perhaps throw up a bit of yourself for all to see. It is NOT a place to find women, men, or whatever you may wish to connect with.

Take my cousin Hank for example, who flew all the way to California to meet his MySpace fling and found himself not only out a grand in air fair, but came across a whale of a woman (be wary of those angled pictures) and her jealous ex-boyfriend, who kicked his ass from Santa Monica to Hollywood Boulevard -- it just doesn't seem like a good idea to me.

Okay, back to these kids and their lack of fashion/self-image. I know, I shouldn't be fixating on hair, or clothes, or whatever, but, there is an entire attitude that goes along with this conforming calamity that is going on in our world today.

At the tender age of eight children are accessing the net, pulling up MySpace, and formulating who they are based on who's page has the most friends, or views. The idea is simple, just lurk around the "Space" and pick out someone who is the epitome of what you want to be and POOF! you can become the next great MySpace star at your local grammar or high school.

All I can say is, whew, what is the world coming to?