There have been some pretty great mockeries of the Instagram facade lately. Like when Barbie when hipster and this girl decided to cut out the cropping. Personally, I’ve been tempted to create a satire of my own, showing the moments that truly encapsulate my day: red brake lights, my empty coffee mug, the dirty dishes that NEVER END.
It’s not news to anyone that our Instagram and Facebook feeds are rarely indicative of reality. And that’s okay. We turn to social media as a way to escape from the real world of traffic and messy kitchens. What worries me isn’t the fact that your albums are full of happy photos and inspirational quotes. What worries me is that everyone’s albums are full of the same happy photos and inspirational quotes.
My Instagram feed is starting to look like a really good set of stock photos. Cute feet, artful lattes, the latest book. Since moving across the country, I’ve become a much more avid consumer of social media. I like seeing what my friends and family are up to. But nowadays, I can’t tell if those legging-clad feet in adorable saddle-back shoes belong to my childhood neighbor, high school acquaintance, college soulmate, or dad. Minus that last one, I’m missing what used to be the backbone of social media: connection.
Don’t get me wrong. The photos are gorgeous. I just want to see more of you in them.
Until next rant,