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Email: I Still Love It. What’s Wrong With That?

Email is not the new black anymore. Probably hasn’t been for years. Everyone hates it now, although I still love email despite being called names like “old lady who still emails.” I can’t fall out of love with it.

One friend of mine “never checks her email” and wants me to communicate via WhatsApp, which required me to install an app I never use otherwise. Kind of like having to keep a car only she likes to drive in when she visits. Fortunately, WhatsApp doesn’t need insurance coverage.

Another friend replies to emails via text. Other friends and acquaintances like to use Facebook’s Messenger. Another friend, who we’ll refer to as that “Italian New Yorker in Florida who calls me names like ‘old lady’,” replies to emails with email, but quite clearly prefers texting. Other people send me messages on Quora, which is acceptable. I frequently check in there.

One acquaintance told me she feels about email the way I feel about texting, which is to say emailing brings about feelings of aggressive hate and ennui in her breast.

Ennui is not that aggressive unless you count a stubborn desire to never have to write anything again on a keypad made for a newborn’s fingers.

“Yo.” “Yeah?” “Got any zwieback?” “Who is this?” “Your brother, dweeb. The one sitting right next to you.”

These various ways of communicating are alright, I s’pose, but one day I had five different venues to check for messages. That’s not even including messages I might have received on YouTube or some other place I’ve left comments.

How could something as close to a real letter as any of us will ever receive again, bring about feelings of hate and ennui?

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This looks like a letter. What could be better?

When this person who really truly hates email texted me, the phone dinged next to my ear at least thirty times in thirty seconds. Is this what the texters find attractive about it? It’s obnoxiousness? To be fair, she’s the only one I know who does this, most likely because she uses voice software to send messages.

If you are going to message people this way, why not just call them? If you’ve ever heard one of these sorts of texters carry on a conversation, it’s machine gun style. They have a lot to say and a short time to say it, to paraphrase a country song featured in Smoky and the Bandit. He had a “long way to go and a short time to get there,” and therefore had to break all the speed limits between Atlanta and Texarkana.

Texarkana might not even exist. I really don’t feel like looking it up. Googling it would work, I guess. (It’s a city in the region of three states: Arkansas, Texas, and Louisiana.)

Those conversations are never worth eavesdropping on. People who prefer texting over email or phone calls never have anything to say they wouldn’t want their parents or the cops to know about. I know, because I regularly eavesdrop on random conversations. They are always boring and never describe the conversationalist’s  latest caper knocking over a bank.

If someone sent my namecalling friend an actual letter and he went to the mailbox to get it, after combing away years of cobwebs and dust from the lid, would he text the sender telling them they’re an “old lady who still writes letters?” Even if there was a check in it?

Probably. He really is a brat. I’d stop payment on the check if I was his grandma.

Texting, like Twitter, or as I like to call it, Twatter, is reducing the written word to smaller and smaller bites. If you read the article link I provided above with the word “letter,” you will see how I feel about there not being anything written to save for future generations.

There will be a total of three letters and two journals left in the world for biographers to study and snoop in 100 years from now. The biographers will have a bag full of memory chips they will have to plug into their phone in order to read the unique thoughts their subject wrote down so that they can write a book about this person.

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My heart aches when I read a passionate exchange like this between lovers.

How romantic is a bag of memory chips? I yearn for a phone store instead of a dim garret just thinking about it.

I am not a very succinct person. If I am going to write a message to someone, it will contain more than a few terse words. It will describe something noteworthy, like what I did yesterday, which wasn’t much, or the words to a song that’s stuck in my head, or something funny that happened on the street.

Emails serve that purpose admirably. I’m not telling anyone they have to answer me immediately. That’s the beauty of email. It comes as close to a letter as they’re going to get from me. I can’t remember the last time I needed a stamp. Never was there a time I sent a letter and expected a response from the recipient within seconds.

Next someone will tell me that blogging is so yesterday and I should describe my outrage in 140 character twats. I mean, twits. Try writing a book about my life from 140 character messages I sent to a bunch of twits.

Email is still my go to way to say, “Hi. How ya doing?” That came in under 20 characters. Man, I’m good.

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Does anyone still check their mailbox? Will anyone find my letter?








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16 thoughts on “Email: I Still Love It. What’s Wrong With That?

  • February 3, 2019 at 12:08 am

    And I agree with you. I do text with several friends, but I write texts the way I would email. Or real mail. I babble. Write out full words. Send pictures. And the world can put up with me. Humph.
    But I prefer email. The send button is further away from the text.
    I don’t Facebook and I won’t WhatsApp. Whatever that is.

    • February 3, 2019 at 12:18 am

      WA is an app for messaging. You can record the messages, too. Like a disjointed conversation. Plus, I don’t know how to send links, etc in texts.

      I think she likes it because it costs nothing in phone charges. She’s a flight attendant.

  • February 3, 2019 at 12:28 am

    You can reach me via Messenger, Twitter, Facebook, Zoom, Skype, Medium, Quora, WordPress, Disqus, etc.,
    your message triggers an EMAIL that shows up in my Inbox.
    If not, I’ll never see your message.
    If you do, I’m likely to respond, maybe even in the medium you used.

  • February 3, 2019 at 12:42 am

    Exactly. You reminded me of that song, “You can reach me by airplane…”

  • February 3, 2019 at 1:23 am

    Dude same hahaha. I use email for everything work related (mixing and mastering and producing music for artists) and people are like “Just use instagram messenger”. No thanks. I’d prefer to be able to answer stuff on my phone, and computer, aswell as be able to send files back and forth without doing something stupid. Been a long time since I’ve talked to you anywhere haha, didn’t know you still had a blog. Cheers though mate.

  • February 3, 2019 at 1:58 am

    Mohammed! How are you? So glad to hear from you! You sound like you’re doing well.
    And I’m glad to know I’m not the only email lover around!

  • February 3, 2019 at 2:15 pm

    AMEN, GIGI! Still love emails for info to friends , and as reminders that I can Print to remember appointments etc.. Cheers, Cath

    • February 3, 2019 at 7:10 pm

      Excellent! I hope all the email haters are reading these comments. Hugs, Cath!

  • February 5, 2019 at 5:57 pm

    As is your way you see the Romance in the anticipated written word. In the pause of writing germinates the imagination and feelings that come from our inner most being.
    How fortunate I am to have found You in this Life.

    • February 6, 2019 at 12:55 am

      Hey, baby! I will write you an email about it. XO!

  • May 5, 2020 at 5:28 am

    Yep. The demand for favorite communication is getting out of hand. Email should be like what landlines were: you had one and answered it.

    Most employers do that, btw. “This is your email address. We will communicate with you via this. Not seeing it is not an excuse.” So there.

    • May 5, 2020 at 6:54 pm

      Hey, you mean someone gave an order and someone else has to follow it? Wow. What’s that like? I gave in to the WhatsApp because she’s a flight attendant and she could use it everywhere without charge. But I can’t get too many other people to use it, so it’s another spot to have to check for messages.

  • May 5, 2020 at 5:00 pm

    Indeed. I only use text for those official things, like dentist appointments, cause that’s what they use. All notifications are turned off except for the banner that shows on screen. Otherwise email it is. And Q for those special people. ❤️ Phooey on everything else.

    • May 5, 2020 at 6:57 pm

      Don hates texting, but he still has a flip phone. It phits in his phocket. Focket? Oh, forget it. Anyway, I like getting texts now, too, for appts, although it took awhile to get used to it. I don’t like to do a huge amount of communicating on it for casual conversations.

      Here’s another weird thing: I didn’t schedule this post, and it’s dated today. I wrote it months ago. How do you explain that, Ms. Mary?

  • May 5, 2020 at 7:03 pm

    Your computer has quirks? Quarks? Bugs? I don’t explain computers. I just try to use them. Maybe your system decided this had been sitting around long enough and needed to be seen by your adoring public.

    Or quarks. Either one.

    • May 5, 2020 at 7:05 pm

      Haha! Yeah, I’m sure that’s it. My whole blog has been updated and changed to a new theme, so you could be right. If so, we are all in trouble. I know, because I can hear Twilight Zone music.


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