To Facebook or Not to Facebook?

That is the question
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to
Suffer the likes and notifications of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing, end them? To die, to log off;
No more; And by logging off to say we end the heartache
And the thousand natural shocks
That Facebook is heir to, 'tis a consumation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to log off,
To log off perchance to dream: ay there's the rub;
For in logging off what dreams may come
When we have abandoned Facebook
Must give us pause; there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of posts
The oppressing privacy, the proud man's narcissism
The pangs of despised love, the delay of ads
The insolence of Zuckerberg and the likes
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his life be taken
Like Amanda Todd? Who would people bear
To be bullied under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after Facebook
The undiscovered country from whose born
No Myspace returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to Google + that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all
And thus the native hue of Facebook
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of ads
And enterprises of many likes and news feeds
With this regard the consumers turns awry
And lose their sense of privacy.