Normally, it is well beneath my station in life, or I should say “stations,” for I do own several major network TV channels, to jump into the social media fray. The lowbrow thoughts of plebian masses oft depress me, with their provincial photographs of caviar-depleted children and resorts scarcely sanitary enough for the natives that staff them.
Nay, I normally prefer the smug chortles and uplifting talk of orphanage consolidation I find in the brandied lounges of my cohorts. But Netropolitan may just be a social network worthy of my valuable hands. With a $9,000 entry fee (scarcely more than a light lunch at Eleven Madison Park) and a $3,000 yearly price tag, this network goes to great lengths to keep out those of you who are not me.
An absolutely brilliant concept. A social network that includes the one person I truly want to socialize with – myself.
Top hats off to you, Netroplitan. I wish you many years of myself.