Let us be honest, won't you? I hate reading email. I would rather be trapped under the ice in a frozen pond, banging helplessly on the hazy, ice-glass roof with my bleeding fists, than be forced to 'log-in' again and read another god-forsaken email. Dramatic? Perhaps. Go stand on the top of a mountain that you actually had to climb with your hands and feet and tell me that's dramatic.
But I suppose email will have to serve for now, at least until Elon finishes his brain-link contraption.
So sign up now and know that I won't abuse your info.
“A bath and a tenderloin steak. Those are the high points of a man's life.”