Dear Mr. Chomsky:
I read this article (rather than watching the clip–I figure you’d approve), and I wholeheartedly agree. You are known as a brilliant crab, and I cannot think of a higher compliment one could be paid. I say this truthfully with no tongue in cheek, no sarcasm wafting. Because you have said what I have been feeling for a while now, and if I could stop my online shopping habit, maybe I could go totally retro, like you.
Plus, you are at MIT, so all my years of pent-up nerdiness respect you all the more.
I am too committed to grammar and general formality to participate in social media, but this is not my point. Your comments have made me realize why my frustration with holiday cards has become so great in the past decade. Nobody bothers to hand sign or hand address the piece of “correspondence” they send to my home. And really, it has to be my home–rather than to me–they’re sending it because surely one human would want write a personal note to another human, right? Surely the need for actual, not virtual, connection trumps the need for bragging or empty glibness?
It looks like the answer is no. Thank you for confirming my suspicions.