So Long, and Thanks for All the Superpokes

On the nascent Facebook exodus, from the NYTimes:

The disillusionment with Facebook has come in waves. An early faction lost faith in 2008, when Facebook’s beloved Scrabble application, Scrabulous, was pulled amid copyright issues. It was suddenly clear that Facebook was not just a social club but also an expanding force on the Web, beholden to corporate interests. A later group grew frustrated last winter when Facebook seemed to claim perpetual ownership of users’ contributions to the site. (Facebook later adjusted its membership contract, but it continues to integrate advertising, intellectual property and social life.) A third wave of dissenters appears to be bored with it, obscurely sore or just somehow creeped out.

My own activity's dwindled in recent months, mainly for a commingling of annoyances: the binary nature of Facebook Friendship (the offline world is much more nuanced -- friends aren't just yes/no, they're more like varying intensities of yes), the more protective I've generally become of what I do and do not mind sharing online (pictures, videos, etc.), a generalized feeling of over-it-ness of the kind you sometimes feel after being at a party for a bit too long, and a sense, coupled with an overarching distrust of (and disdain for) Mark Zuckerberg, and an awareness that the only way Facebook can make money is by monetizing my time investments, social interactions and personal contributions to its site, that the entire thing's already beginning to disappear into the same swirling vortex that annihilated MySpace.