Things we've discovered on MySpace with glee: A casting call for Gareth Pugh's fall show, a video of Hilary Duff and her stylist, the real homepage of Daisy Lowe. Things we wish we never found: The "Thin Cult," a network of twisted pages that say things like "my name doesn't matter until I'm 97 lbs" and "This Means War - on my body." There are photos of skin and bones, along with heroin heroines - scary, skeletal girls staring into the camera as if it were an empty bowl. Some MK-in-rehab photos, too. No doubt this will be blamed on magazines, on Lily and Sasha and Gemma, on us because we think they're beautiful, but that's okay, we can handle it - as long as it opens up a bigger discussion, starting with this: Why does MySpace disable the pages of emo kids and thirteen-year-olds, but it lets the Thin Cult stay?