Someone sent me this:
Hey there you facebook-hater,
I’m forced to contact you though the boring medium of gmail, since you are too cool to be on facebook. I guess all the hilarious comments, and interesting videos and pictures that I post are not relevant to you. That’s fine, I guess if I was a truly interesting person I would know how to make my own personalized blog. My personal life’s tapestry is worthless in your eyes, because it has been woven with the low class, and easily obtainable fibers offered by facebook. If everyone can do it, then is must be crass.
But I didn’t email you to lecture you on your elitist, seclusionary stance towards all the people who would like to be your friend and share the interesting tid-bits of their ever-changing lives with you through an easy, fun, and convenient social networking device, which can only invade your privacy as much as you let it…
It’s funny cause I barely said anything to him about Facebook. As usual, I just explained that I don’t hate it, but don’t think it’s necessary for me when I have a personal domain that gives me complete control of my content (and privacy). This is my polite answer. But he saw through all that and quite elegantly summed up how I feel about communicating through Facebook in the first paragraph of his e‑mail.