Ah'm Skeered

I've been maintaining my figurative anti-MySpace hunger strike quite easily lately. But today someone's just ordered a pizza, and I don't think I can refuse a slice once it comes.

Story: This year I'm a co-executive for my school's chapter of Sigma Tau Delta -- the International English Honor Society (Not something you'd expect from someone who wrote that title up there, but eh.). In short, we're a group of English major/minor bookworms who sponsor literary-minded fundraising events, donating those proceeds to literacy-promoting recipients like elementary school libraries. It's a terrific club to be in, let alone head. Never mind the unfortunate acronym -- Sincerity Truth Design: during the organization's establishment in 1929, the more amusing interpretation probably didn't exist. Back then, people may have still thought syphillus and crabs were merely genetic.

Digression? I think it was necessary. Anyway, since it's still early in the semester, our greatest concern at STD is spreading our influence and bolstering membership. In our latest meeting, we discussed new outlets through which we can popularize STD on and off campus. One of our new members then offered to create a MySpace profile for the club, filling all others present with a collective breath of awe (Why didn't we ever think of that?). I nodded resignedly.

The problem is this isn't a bad idea.

And I believe it entails that, should we follow through with the plan, all members must create profiles. That includes me, of course, but I tried very hard to visualize a MySpace site for the club from which the club's co-president is curiously missing, and that just wouldn't reflect well on STD.

At this point, it seems that all I'm doing is struggling to avoid ridicule from friends. So if and when Sigma Tau Delta gets a MySpace page, I really don't think I'm going to run from The Blob anymore.

I mean, no sense in being a bitch about it.