The first ‘newsletter’ arrived this week, not even dressed up in a coat of faux red and white sparkly Clinton cheer, with a hastily scrawled ‘lets get together in the New Year’…. no attempt was made to personalise it’s self- satisfactory content from the depths of the bulk send to th, select-everyone email.
Apparently the sender is very busy and doesn’t have time to write cards anymore….. one might suggest the cessation of Farm-Ville, or perhaps a short hiatus in the fascinating Twatter broadcasting might free up a moment or two… but I guess that would be social suicide?
I’m not sure if it’s self-importance or self-doubt that drives a person to produce one of these fascinating family newsletters? but whatever it is, it’s inviariably a grotestque patchwork of pointless family trivia and inane drivel.