Instead of writing my letter to Santa this year, I thought I’d write to you instead. Why? Well, back in April the majority of the world was stunned to learn that you had sold yourself for a billion dollars. I on the other hand jumped to your defense and wanted to congratulate you. In my eyes you should have, by all rights, been applauded for creating such a simple concept and turning into gold. Who wouldn’t sell for a billion little gold Mark Zuckerberg embossed coins?
For die hard Instagramers that labelled you “sell-outs” (much the same as when an indie-band signs to a major label), they clearly weren’t happy with you. But they’re idiots. Would they refuse such an offer? With a carrot that BIG, probably not. Therefore I am glad you ignored the haters and took the big payout.
However, after yesterday’s announcement I am a little stunned and somewhat saddened to learn what you’re planning to do. Seriously? You sat around a room, came up with this plan, and went “Yes, that’s a great idea. Let’s do that.” Shocking. Absolutely shocking.
We are all aware that you need to follow-up with your comments of figuring out a way to “monetize Instagram.” But, your current proposed method isn’t the answer. Seriously, where’s your Christmas spirit? I recommend locking yourselves in a room over the Christmas break, hashing out a new way, and then proposing something a lot better for the New Year.
A disgruntled Instagramer.