Does browsing through Instagram leave you feeling like your life took a terrible, terrible turn at some point?
Mine doesn't. I mean look at me. My life is FANTASTIC.
You thought you were doing alright but as it turns out, your husband is a loser, your kids the spawn of South Park and your house looks like a centrefold for the latest issue of You're such a loser and you have such bad taste. The shame you must carry around.
You, your life, and your family are all an embarrassing failure. You know this for a fact because ...
Instagram and all other social media platforms tell you so. Case in point.
At Christmas you did not, even ONCE, get the whole family in matching footie pajamas to gather on your bed to play board games and eat popcorn while laughing maniacally and tickling each other. Didn't. Happen. Once.
In the fall you didn't walk through an apple orchard with perfectly tousled hair while holding your bearded husband's hand. And even if you did who the hell was going to be behind you and happen to take a picture of the event as it unfolded at sunrise?
And your vegetable garden actually has weeds. Loser.
None of this would have bothered you one bit in your life before S&M (social media) but now it eats at you. You wanna know why it eats at you?
IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE BEING TRICKED.
Here's why what we see on Instagram and other social media platforms can send us into a tailspin.
When you flip through a magazine you know that you're looking at ads that have been produced. When you watch a tampon commercial with some woman dancing through a field of lavender while holding a puppy high over her head you know it's fake. It's an advertisement. You know there was a photographer, a lighting specialist, hair, makeup - it was a whole production.
This woman doesn't routinely dance in puppy-filled lavender fields. She's working. She's an actress or a model or if the ad is particularly low budget, maybe the wife of the producer's loan shark.
Her job is to create whatever tampon fantasy the advertiser wants her to. We don't believe this is her real life.
But with Instagram we do.
Bloggers, influencers, even average people are "just being themselves" on Instagram. So it's easy to get roped into the belief that this is them.
In turn, it's easy to become depressed over your life and anxious that you're not living up to the potential you could. YOU could be vacationing in a fantastically appointed castle atop a palm tree covered mountain on a remote island no one's ever heard of. With an INFINITY POOL!
But you're not. You're at home planning your next big trip to the dentist.
Are they real people these bikini wearing, hand holding, pumpkin spice latte drinking apparitions of Instagram? Yes. Are they being themselves? No, not entirely. They're portraying themselves, - their brand - which is very different.
We perceive the matching pajama wearing Instagram life as real life because it's real people. They're just better people than we are. Right?
Wrong. Obviously. Even when we smartly and astutely understand that these social media photos and videos by bloggers and influencers are staged and fake and not even close to being a representation of how they actually live, we sometimes can't help ourselves from wondering where it all went wrong for us.
When I still posted to Instagram, I tried to be realistic about what I showed.
It's really my house. It's really my garden. It's really me. But a tiny bit better sometimes. I made an attempt to brush my hair or clear the half eaten bowl of dried oatmeal off the coffee table.
Also I'm kind of lackadaisical about having my bras hanging off of doorknobs so they often pop up in the background of my photos.
The picture of me with the apples up at the top of the post? That's not me. Why the hell would I be picking apples in a vintage floral dress. Even if I was, why would I plop myself down on the grass with an artfully arranged basket of apples and grin like a simpleton up at a camera that just magically appeared over my head?
But did I share that photo on Instagram? YOU BET I DID. LOOK HOW CUTE I LOOK! Like Cameron Diaz only cuter.
It got 511 likes.
Then I shared these pictures of that time I watched a YouTube hair curling tutorial and thought I'd end up looking like Charlize Theron ...
... but ended up looking like Barbara Bush on crack at a hoe down.
Guess what? This photo? It got twice as many likes. Over a thousand.
I really don't go on Instagram much anymore. If it was still a photo sharing app, I might, but now it's reels of people making cakes in 30 seconds or changing into 15 different outfits by jumping up and down.
So yes, Instagram Reels are also not real.
Instagram photos inspire me, motivate me and sometimes yes ... irritate and anger me. You too? K.
That's when you have to stop and remember the tampon lady. She's not real. And neither is a lot of what's on social media. As long as you remember that you can enjoy it instead of getting angry at it. Or your life. Or your throw pillows that don't match.
So while you're scrolling thorough your favourite social media feeds this week wondering why your living room doesn't have pom poms or your husband doesn't want to heft you over his head in the middle of a pumpkin patch like all the other Instagram husbands do, remember ... behind every Cameron Diaz there's a Hoe Down Barbara Bush.
With her bra hanging off of a doorknob somewhere out of sight.
That much skin requires a spray tan - LOL, I think your production team can do that with a photo app. Thanks for the laugh, I needed that.
Loved this post and actually cried while laughing at the Barbara Bush comment! Thanks so much for making my Monday morning!
Thanks for the reminder. I knew I liked you.
For me IG is like Twitter. I don’t get it, therefore I don’t use it. I cannot understand the appeal of either.
I just LOVE you! Thank you! Your stories of when things weren’t so good inspired me greatly as I struggle through similar circumstances.
First of all, door knobs were invented so we could hang our bras on them.
Secondly--I don't tweet, instagram, and maybe once every four years, do Facebook. Not being tied to a cell phone is so much better for me, my environment, etc. Life is much simpler. Now if I could get rid of that Ben Watson person who sends me emails about making my penis longer (even though I don't have one), has money for me in some undiscovered account (even though I don't have one), my emails would be much simpler too!
I hesitate to bang the old person drum again but Karen your post connects to an aspect of life in the 21 century that worries me for the future. i e the disconnection of humans from one another with the use of texting-how do you look in someones eyes and know that you are loved or liked or tediously boring if you are pressing buttons on an electronic device? Also so many live inside the car- the house- the stores or online and it may contribute to the dissociation from our beautiful world and what some of us are doing to adversely affect its' future. I know you attract followers of a much smarter more informed and responsible mindset. If this next generation does not get out of all of its man made enclosures and know their planet enough to save her -as storms increase in destructive force, fires destroy and food supplies are impacted due to these events-violence will ensue and all of this can be prevented by the collective will,voice and demand that change must happen today-or tomorrow's effort will be 10 times more difficult. Obviously delete this if it isn't appropriate,and thanks for being such a bright light in the world.You teach,entertain and make us laugh. You are unique- so happy I found you
It's all a rather large staged event to scoot viewers into ditching what we have to buy what the latest thing/trend happens to be. It's hard not to resist the idea. But then you can search and run across The Art of Doing Stuff and see what is real and helpful in addition to a dose of early a.m. comedy. THANK YOU KAREN!!!
Hahahahaha. Hilarious. I’m not on Instagram and I can’t really hang my bras anywhere where people might see them because they are so big that people always want to put them on their heads. Yeah. I know. I have big breasts and yeah I know it fits your head. Yada yada
Oh my goodness! I am laughing out loud. Barbara Bush on crack at a hoedown....the picture of your new hairdo........perfection. I am laughing just remembering the visual. Your the best.💕
You are hysterical. Thanks for the early Monday morning laughs and for being so genuine. I'll know I have solidarity if I happen to post a less than magical instagram post.
And see, what I seem to get from Instagram is everyone on the planet aspires to have one of the ALL WHITE farmhouses set in a field of climbing roses with white fences and horses. Not me in any way, shape, or form. I’m sick to death of all white everything. Boring beyond words. And farmhouses...don’t get me wrong, I adore Joanna Gaines. But...I don’t need or want shiplap in every room. Please...bloom where you are. Develop your own look and style. I have grasscloth walls, black and white photography art, oriental tapestries shredded at the bottom, big brown furniture that hasn’t been painted...yet...and one only crystal chandelier over a traditional double pedestal dining table straight from the furniture store 38 years ago. But love it I do.
Exactly this! My house is all shiplap (built in 1920) so I'm stuck there, but the whole painting EVER. Y. THING white and then oooh, look at that "pop" of black... how daring!
:eye roll:
So over it. I need color! and pattern! and texture! It's why I love Karen's house so much, and yours sounds fabulous too.
I think Hoe Down Barbara Bush needs to be everyone's official aesthetic for 2019.
Obviously. ~ karen!
There are only a very few times when looking at the curated lives of Instagram influencers makes me feel like shit, but I often think "why am I not more interesting/active?" when actual people I know post stuff about where they've been or what they're doing. But then I remind myself that those people are not posting their everyday detritus like I do and I feel better.
It's not Valentines Day yet, but I LOVE YOU!!!! I loved that the first thing I did while sipping my first coffee was spit it out laughing. No one is more brilliant than you describing your hair as inner Barbara Bush. LOVE YOU!!! Just pulled all the ripe grapefruit off my tree and made several batches of marmalade with kumquats and tangerines which made me feel Instagramish until I look at the 10 huge bags of fresh grapefruit sitting outside (cooler) on my steps since I can't give them away as everyone I know takes Atorvastatin for cholesterol and can't eat grapefruit anymore. So there the lovely free bags of juicy native grapefruit sit - I can't use that photo for anything but a science project studying the life cycle of magots. AND the plastic bags don't match!
Ha! This is great and so true. Social media does have a way of being both inspirational and feeding the green envy monster.
So true. That's kind of what I was eluding to in my post. I think I was in a way feeling envious because my circle of friends seemed perfect.
Don’t have FB or insta or or...I tell people it is because I am in the FBI Witness Protection Program and because I am a really good liar, most believe me.
My life is pretty boring. The son and his pregnant ( very) wife, dog and cat are staying with us until they find a house. We have chickens who peck people, demand treats and poop; dogs who bark a lot.
I mostly don’t wear a bra; with all the layers I wear in the winter, who would know?
I am waiting till fun stuff starts and the statute of limitations runs and then maybe FB. In the meantime I have a Dr appt so have to find a bra
Wow! Thank you Karen. I needed that post this morning!!
New word to me, influencer. I influence me, no one else and I'm fine with it. This social media is getting a lot sickening. Everything seems to be a competition. Thanks for bringing it down to earth, where it belongs.....or further down,,,,like buried.
My facebook includes about 25 people, relatives and a few friends and LOTS of doggie photos.
Gee, I sound boring. Oh, well.
Like!
LOVE it! And love you! I am one of the perpetrators.... sort of. Like you said, it's my farm, my chickens, me... but sort of a cleaned up version most of the time. I don't purposely choose the angle that highlights ALL the chicken poop, I'll use some natural lighting to create a "pretty" version of my life. But do I shovel snow in a cute sweater and my Hunter boots. HELL no! I'm bundled up with just my eyes peering out from under my cowl. (That I did handknit btw).
So I get what you're saying.
I also know that the "influencer" with the perfect corner shot of her kitchen showcasing her KitchenAid and LeCreuset likely has all the crap that's normally on her counter stacked in the other corner.
But I like pretty. That's why I like Instagram because it inspires me and gives me ideas and is generally a far happier, prettier place than Facebook. I think we all need a little pretty, but we all also need a dose of reality for sure.
SO... if anyone doesn't have enough chicken poop in their life, by all means follow me. @fresheggsdaily and I'm for sure going to keep following you.. and I"m holding you to hanging bras on your doorknobs. Look forward to that.
Perpetrators unite! I'll show mine if you show yours. ;) ~ karen!
Funny how I can take a photo of my kitchen counter with my cool kitchen aid from an angle that doesn't show that the bowl is filled with plastic produce bags. I feel like I'm inspired to take close ups of whatever I want and then do the wide shot of my kitchen mess.
and you'll never see a photo of my living room filled with my daughter's legos. They are everywhere.