Dear GoDaddy –
I don't know if you noticed, but I've started moving my 1400+ domain names (spread across four accounts) to other registrars; mostly Namecheap (if you want to move your domains, use SWITCH2NC in the promo code field and you get I think up to a dollar off per domain, if it still works).
But I don't want you thinking this is the only reason I'm leaving. It's just the most recent one. Because once I started adding it up, I should have moved out LONG ago.
Let's count up, shall we?
- Your horribly designed, slow-as-molasses-in-January user interface
- Your lack of tools / interfaces for users with more than a handful of domains
- Your relentless on-screen upsells
- Your phone call upsells after a new hand reg (just because I purchase doesn't mean I authorize you to call me)
- The roadblocks you attempt to put in the way of anyone who tries to transfer away from you
- Your cheap, easily hacked WordPress hosting for people who aren't knowledgeable enough to find better
- More phone calls from the “VIP Rep” I never asked for, asking to perform services I don't want
- You actually charge for domain parking. NOBODY ELSE charges for domain parking
- Your alleged SEO and other “business” and “internet marketing” services
- That whole elephant thing. It was just fucking tacky.
- Your scantily clad GoDaddy girls and soft core porn advertising.
If I had to pick one (and it's oh so hard to pick just one) it would probably be that last point that annoys me the most. It's almost 2012; we girls actually own domains now. In some cases, lots of them. Maybe my circles are too small, but I don't know a single woman who is impressed with the big sex sell, and I for one am tired of my reg fees going towards yet another leather jacket for Danica Patrick.
I'm obviously not your target demographic, so I'm taking my domains and moving out. Unfortunately, I can't move them all today, because you are holding hostage the ones for which I have recently changed contact information. But nevertheless, as soon as you release them, I'm moving them all out.
I doubt this message will reach you, and you probably won't care about my paltry few thousand bucks per year. But *I* care about where I spend a few thousand bucks a year, and I'd prefer, from now on, that it wasn't with you.