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Maybe you haven't heard, but there's drama. Paul and Melissa have started a breakaway Leave Sheryl Sandberg Alone movement, dividing the 'Wag. Jackson and I don't know what to say. Someone going by Fake Sheryl Sandberg does. She begins her comment on Owen's last post:"Dear Owen Tummy"

Dear Owen Tummy Clearly I still need to set the record straight on a few issues. 1) Chamath Palihapitiya is a disease you get from a bathhouse in the Phillipines. He is not an executive 'whose portfolio waxed and waned with Zuckerberg's favor'. If Mark Zuckerberg wants to have an opinion about anything I will give it to him once we find him. 2) You have suggested that I'm not a fun person and that my Smith and Wesson break action rifle is somehow inappropriate attire for the office. You can ask anyone that has been granted telephone priviledges, Facebook is a fun place to work. The mandatory fun period is 8:45-8:50 AM. I wish you could see the nerf battles we've had! 3) It's clear from your writing that you have no idea what it was like working with the Ben. If he wasn't standing in front of a mirror admiring himself he was sitting in a meeting, admiring himself. We had to install curtains in the conference rooms because of the distraction that reflective surfaces cause that guy. Sure, he's got a supple chest that slowly dips down to a solid ab formation. But I get to work with Mark Zuckerberg. In conclusion I hope that even your pot-addled brain can see that I am not lying to people that matter. These are just developers. If I shake a tree around here one plummets to the earth cradling his precious iPhone. I work on the kind of media change that only comes around once every hundred years. I've done the math on this. Do you know the odds against another Olympic rowing team composed of twins handing us a perfectly functioning business model. Twins for God's sake! Sincerely yours, Fake Sheryl Sandberg