RIP MSN Messenger

Dearest MSN,

How’s it going old buddy? It’s been a while. I’m sorry I haven’t been keeping in touch and that I’m only checking in on you now when you aren’t in the best of health. I want you to have hope, but we both know the prognosis is grim. I should have been better to you, but shoulds and shouldn’ts won’t get us anywhere. Cheer up! We had some good times right?

It only seems like eons ago that you rolled into town, asking me to sign up from my Hotmail account. I remember excitedly typing in those characters and waiting for you to let me into your interface and into your heart. I was with ICQ at the time, but our relationship was strained since we only had three friends in common. Let’s face it, I was ready for someone new. All of my other friends started to tell me about the coolest download, so I decided to believe them and turn my back on the red and green flower. What can I say? Twelve year olds are fickle.


White, silver and teal with just a hint maroon! You were so stylish, no wonder you were popular! Not only were you easy on the eyes, but you were just plain easy. I would tell you my thoughts and my friend down the street would instantly know all of my inner emotions. You managed to connect me in a way a shy kid scared of the telephone would otherwise never know. Was Steve crushing on Sarah? Was that homework assignment super hard? Did Nicolb manage to unlock the new Neopets badge? Let’s face it, preteens have nothing interesting to say.

I’d come home after school and you’d be sitting at my desk, waiting for me. You’ve got mail? No babe, we’ve got mail. Of course back then, it would hardly be called “mail.” More like, chain letters warning about the ensuing dangers if I failed to forward them to sixteen of my closest friends. Or spam mailing lists and forgotten password requests for online forums. Oh, and those personal quizzes where you revealed your deepest darkest secrets! What was your favourite colour? Favourite song? Favourite beverage? Back then I couldn’t stomach the taste of alcohol so I’d pretend I loved Mike’s Hard Lemonade even though I never tried it. Thanks for not blowing my cover MSN.

But hey, you showed me how to embrace my wild side! I could talk in boring black text or I could let loose and colour it up! Was it a magenta day, a cyan day or were we just feeling a little bit blue? Or maybe we were typing in all white to be mysterious! You helped me speak up in bolditalics or even strikethrough! We were so fucking artistic! And mischievous! ; ) Remember when I learned about the block button? I’d be talking to my friends and then PSYCH! I’d disappear! Did I want someone to think I was mad at them? Blocked! Or better yet, I’d change my status to Appear Offline and keep talking to people anyways. We were such tricksters!

Of course, sometimes the trick was on me. That’s when I discovered that you could be in a three-way conversation with a blocked contact and they could see everything you were typing. It had the same result as a three-way calling attack with zero of the grace. Haw haw! Joan loves Abe! It’s so obvious! Damnit, that was an awkward week. Thanks for making sure everyone knew that thirteen year old Kristen was a bitch, MSN! But don’t worry, I forgave you.

msn75After a while I finally learned that Puberty Was A Thing and you started to mature too. Suddenly you had curves, gradients and a beautiful smile. What a looker! You started hanging out with those cool kids Napster and Limewire and let me tag along. They opened my eyes to the rest of the world, introducing me to songs where the lyrics spoke directly to my soul! You’re gonna have to see through my perspective. I need to make mistakes just to learn who I am. And I don’t wanna be so damn protected. Finally someone understood how hard it was to be a teenager living in the suburbs! We’d spend our evenings listening to these completely personal Top 40 songs and serenade each other through display namesCan you help me I’m bent. I’m so scared that I’ll never. Get put back together. I was going to survive school thanks to their songs and we were going to do it together! It just takes some time. Little girl, you’re in the middle of the ride. Everything, everything will be just fine.

But our time together wasn’t without its trials and tribulations. Remember when I dIsCoVeReD i CoUlD tYpE lIkE tHiS? 0r Iyk3 th15? Then I learned about Wingdings, ASCII art, unicode character shortcuts and character maps until all of my writing became so fucking ¸.·´ .·´.·*gLitTeRy ‘N sPaRkLy*`·.`·.`·.¸. I’m surprised you kept speaking to me. (Or could understand me for that matter!) It was a rough few years, but I managed to overcome that addiction. †håñk§ £ör ßêïñg §ö þå†ïêñ†.

You made sure I stayed on track when we went to university together. You accompanied me to Biology 104 and kept me awake during class. Sure, I didn’t actually pay attention, but it’s the thought that counts. You were also the perfect roomie, maintaining a line of communication between all of the roommates when we were too lazy to walk down the hallway. I became a different person in uni and sometimes worried I’d lose contact with my hometown friends. But that’s why you made sure they’d message me whenever I was four assignments behind or had exams to prep for. I knew you’d always have my back MSN.

But I remember when we started to fight. It started off slowly, but day after day, unwisely clicked link after unwisely clicked link, you stopped responding. I’d click your icon and you’d just languish there, your little green head spinning incessantly, refusing to actually do anything. It’s like you didn’t care! Jeez, I just wanted to talk to my friends! Why’d you have to cut me off like that? I’d yell at you, clicking repeatedly until I was taking out my frustrations on the keyboard. Ctrl Alt Del. Ctrl Alt Del. Ctrl Alt Del. Now would you talk to me? Nope! So you just sat there, spinning.

Even worse, when you did actually get off your ass, you’d hit me with a barrage of contact requests from people I had never met before. CoolNew__Kid78? Sweet_n_Single1884? Who were these people? Were you cheating on me? Was there something I should have known? Who was this sexy 19-21 girl in my area that was alone and aching for company? Jeez! You became such a scumbag. Fine, if you were going to spend your time talking to a Nigerian prince that wanted to share his wealth with you, I’d look for a new messenger.

I should have noticed that something was up since the old you wouldn’t act like this, but it was already too late. I had started to see someone else by the time I realized that you were bogged down with viruses and not just a self-absorbed jerk. I outgrew my Hotmail account years ago and foolishly had a fling with Yahoo before I discovered that better platform. A veritable G that had more to offer me! I still had a soft spot for you, but GChat offered the same features with none of the baggage.

I’m sorry, MSN.

As I hear it now, most of my friends, peers, coworkers and family members started new relationships when you had your breakdown. We all left you in your time of need, but sadly there’s no going back. I heard the last of your loyal followers will be introduced to a new guy before the end of the month. But don’t worry, we both know that Skype will never truly replace you.

You’ll always have a (figurative) space on my hard drive and in my heart,

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Hailing from Vancouver, Kristen's still trying to figure out how to survive Montreal's Real Legitimate Canadian Winter. So far she's discovered that warm socks, giant toques and Tabby kittens all play a role in her survival. Her ultimate goal is to rank higher than KStew in the "Kristen + Autostraddle" Google Search competition.

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  1. When I moved to the states, all the Americans told me it was really Canadian and really weird to be on MSN, but damn, it was hard to quit her after all those formative years of chatting with the likes of “goth_grrrl_92” and “cats_r_cute23”. Farewell, old friend.
    But seriously, Americans, your Canadian girlfriends know all about your AOL years, so quit fronting.

    • I was always confused and jealous that Americans would get free CDs in the mail that gave the free internet and a free messenger. Life was just so unfair.

    • I’m from the AIM generation. MSN was basically already dead by the time I hit middle school. Everyone used AIM and occasionally we would use Yahoo messenger because they had that cool drawing tool thing.

  2. I was all about AIM when I was in middle/high school, but somehow a bunch of people from a message board I was on convinced me to get MSN. OH, THE DRAMA. Also, one of my friends and I would find really awful gay movies online and watch them together via MSN by pressing play at the same time. We were so cool.

    • Tell me it wasn’t Evboard. (was it Evboard? because those are the people that convinced me to get on MSN).

      (yes, I was on an Evanescence message board, no, I am not ashamed)

    • I came out on MSN.

      To the girl I had a crush on.

      She replied with OMG i LiKe GrLs 2!!! JuSt KidDiNg!!!!

  3. My teenage life revolved around MSN, some of the most personal things I’ve ever said to anyone were spelled out in green font on that thing. I gave up on it years ago now, but nothing has quite the potential for hilarity of four of your closest friends talking rubbish over the top of each other in different coloured text. I miss that.

  4. I still have numerous MSN messenger conversations saved. I’ve transferred them to now a THIRD laptop. I don’t know why I’m such a packrat or why I can’t leave high school drama in the past where it belongs, but there ya go.

    I predicted the death of MSN the day Facebook got chat, and I’m pretty sure that was when I stopped using it…haven’t logged in in….5 years.

  5. I enjoyed this article, esp the v accurate typographic analysis. I wonder how much of the teen drama that MSN fuelled was because of how you could only embolden/italicise nothing or everything.

    Lengthy, fraught conversations would pass in the heightened melodrama of teal tahoma italics, possibly only trumped in the over-seriousness stakes by 6pt maroon copperplate gothic used by, I imagine, people who fancied themselves as severe, hushed-voiced vampires.

    But now I find myself filled with concern about how those inexplicably still using MSN will refer to communicating with each other, if they’re forced to transfer to Skype. Despite whatever the bland, official names were, it was always just “MSN” and like all successful technologies, it was a verb as well as a noun.

    But MSNing someone and Skyping someone are very different things. One connotes the unbridled, unwashed, pantsless freedom of instant messaging; the other evokes the terror that you will be forced to talk of all things or, even worse, you will have to present your blanket-swaddled, dirt-encrusted corpse for human consumption.

    Skype just doesn’t seem right as an IM client, but it is for freedom, fonts and a few shameful memories of my formative years that I will fondly remember old MSN.

  6. I remember “flirting” with a boy in middle school on AIM and being soooo in to him because he hated that my parents made me do the dishes and promised that when we were married he would do all of them for me.

    RIP weird instant messaging memories.

  7. My eulogy isn’t quite so beautiful but MSN Messenger holds a special place in my heart. For it was there one Autumn evening my cousin invited a friend of hers into our chat and I saw a vision of beautiful hotness who would be my first love or maybe lover would be a more apt description; we weren’t planning on staying togther forever!

    I was 15 and out and ready to spread endorphins, and after a period of getting to know each other, chatting for hours on end, we emabarked on our wonderful amorous trysts. We still remain very close. Yes, MSN is responsible for my first lustful dalliances and a four year (more than) friendship. Now that doesn’t exactly sound classy, but I care not. Makes me feel bad for not giving it a last hurrah or at least a virtual thank you hug!

    • I never used MSN but now I guess I wish I had. I am an oldster who just started texting. I finally get it at 43. Sigh.

  8. oh msn we hvent talked in years and years and years, but you were a good friend while it lasted. I remember loads of long chats, at one point I had like 200 contacts, and there were a couple of friends I’d literally spend hours talking to. I’ve never been much of a phone person but on msn I spent a lot of time. and it was a pretty long relationship

    • I swapped my messenger love/phone aversion to incessant texting once I could afford a phone plan.

  9. MSN hosted the majority of my friendships during high school and the first 2-3 years of my first romance. I only stopped using it last year when I broke up with my ex. RIP MSN (2003-2012)

    I’m going to send this article to some of my Internet friends for nostalgia.

  10. Kristen! This was absolutely amazing to read. I was so caught up in it and was sad when I realized there was nothing left to read. I just want to read about your relationship with MSN forever!

  11. I liked MSN cause most of friends, weren’t on it, so I got to talk to strange women from other states and learn about how the other parts of the country do things. Sadly it was all the spam and fakers that got to me. That and Skype offered better video chatting. Than you for this well written piece.

  12. Msn was fun, but I haven’t used it in like five years and forgot that it was still around

  13. I stopped using MSN when my other half’s father started using it and WOULDN’T LEAVE US ALONE.

  14. i just wanna say that this article is written in a very creepy manner. did msn blow you for all those years? it doesn’t seem natural for a communications platform to be so very special to you that you mourn its loss.
    holding programs so close to one’s heart truly makes me question my validity in today’s society. the new generation are a bunch of idiots, as this article clearly proves.
    good day, sirs.
    -bob boberto from

  15. RIP MSN. The time before it was ICQ and IRC, and I actually started using it because a crush invited me onto it, and got attached to it after discovering really fun gifs made for it. Fun while it lasted~

  16. This article was fantastic.

    It makes me happy that I was able to experience MSN in all its glory. From now on when we talk MSN it will be as if we were referring to that time you cleaned the garage listening to Ricky Martin from your Walkman.

    Ok, that wasn’t you. It was me.

  17. WOW I totally forgot about ICQ!

    Also: Please tell me I wasn’t the only one who thought the original Cleverbot (and all the other copycat ‘bots) was like the coolest. thing. evar. I had many meaningful conversations with her.

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