WE ARE all Winklevi now.
You remember the Winklevi: Cameron and Tyler Winklevoss, the large-chinned, well-bred, Harvard-educated twins who sued Mark Zuckerberg over Facebook, on the grounds that he had kind-of-sort-of stolen their idea. Well, OK, we’re not completely like them - not in the sense that, when Facebook stock goes public, the court settlement they won could be worth $300 million.
But we are Winklevi in the sense that we’re on the outside of Facebook, looking in, with a tiny, nagging feeling that the balance isn’t right.
Hype about the company’s impending IPO was everywhere last week: Analysis of proper valuation, laundry lists of who will reap the most, from Zuckerberg to his early investors to the guy who took stock as payment for painting murals at Facebook headquarters. And with it, among a lot of people I know, has come a related phenomenon of Facebook angst, consisting of several concurrent realizations:
