Ah social media. Both a blessing and a curse, am I right?
I don’t think anyone would deny that there are drawbacks and I would argue that the biggest one is the addictive nature of it. Second in line is probably the fact that once posted, something is out there forever. I’m not going to go into great detail on the evils, though, because we know them. And moreover, we have the ability to exercise caution.
I do love social media, though. I’m not gonna lie. And I acknowledge the good it provides as well as the bad.
For me, personally, I love photography. I love documenting my own life in photos and looking back over old posts. One of the main reasons I’m attached to my accounts is because my Facebook and Instagram act as journals or photo albums of sorts. Another reason is that I love seeing and hearing about friends who don’t live close. I like to see their beautiful faces and get the updates on their kids, pets, travels, houses, career accomplishments and more. On top of that, I’m a junkie for the opinion pieces and interesting articles that litter my newsfeeds. I like reading about different perspectives on current issues and keeping up-to-date. And finally, social media allows me to satiate my family’s need for pictures of my own kids and funny stories about their shenanigans.
I was perusing my Instagram the other night, when a realization hit me. It seems that as social media evolves, so do our online personas, and the life-image we project. In fact, I feel like people will purposefully box themselves into a social media category and become a “type” if you will. It seems that the more social media plays a part in a person’s life, the more they fine tune their persona. However, I realize that a lot of this has to do with catering to a niche audience because if you get enough followers, you can make money off your social media life. Just take a gander at all the “fit-stagrams”, travel bloggers, style/makeup gurus, and so on and so forth out there.
I follow a lot of “Insta Moms” on Instagram, but I don’t mean regular moms who happen to use Instagram (I follow those, too, but I generally just refer to them as my friends). When I say “Insta Moms”, I mean moms who have hundreds of thousands of followers, and their feeds are primarily filled with images of their kids and homelife. And that’s what their half million followers are there for: images of their kids and homelife.
I really have nothing against these moms, but I am genuinely perplexed by them.
I follow these moms, I read their touching captions and I look at their EVER-so-adorable photos, so for me to pass judgement on them is pretty low, but I’m still gonna do it. Just a little bit, and in a light-hearted way. If any of them were ever to every read this, they should know that it’s really coming from a place of jealously.
I’m not sure when I ended up following so many of them, but somewhere along the line I did. If you don’t follow these people, and are not entirely sure what I mean, let me elaborate.
I don’t fall into this category. In fact, it’s a pretty hard no, and this is why: when it comes to “Insta Moms”, ALL their shit coordinates. And I mean it when I say ALL THEIR SHIT COORDINATES. Their baby’s clothes match the bassinet, which matches their toys, which go well with the living room wallpaper. And in order to perfect this, everything they own is beige, tan or dusty rose coloured. Their furniture is perfectly distressed, so that it has that nice antique-y look, and fits in with their vintage-chic motif.
They own a lot of wide-brimmed fedoras, they never actually make eye contact with the camera, and they decorate with a lot of those little banners with pointless triangles.
And this is the one things that amazes me the most: their children’s baths have floating wild flowers. FLOATING WILD FLOWERS. It boggles my mind because my children’s baths usually have floating shampoo bottle wrappers, particles of food, and whatever items Mark chucked in when I wasn’t looking. (The toilet brush, perhaps? A tooth brush or three?)
They have a lot of chunky knit blankets in colours like “grey” and “coffee”. They drape them over their off-white couches, and that part alone is effed up. They have off-white couches. They have couches that somehow HAVEN’T been disgustified. I made that word up just now, but it’s good, right? As for my couch, its colour is best described as “stains”.
All their coordinating shit is always CLEAN, and it messes with my head (pun intended). Their children are clean, too, which is even weirder. My kids are the type of kids who are somehow covered in spaghetti even when it wasn’t a meal that day. *Shrugs*. I spend my time trying to figure out why the furniture is damp…how it got damp…and what kind of liquid made it damp.
“Insta Moms” also take a lot of pictures of their family napping together, but somehow no one’s butt is in another person’s face. They all look so serene and beautiful, and there’s no drool. It’s not even fair becaude EVERY time I bed-share with Mark we wind up with a butt-in-face scenario (his butt, my face…for the record).
But in all honesty, if you are one of these moms, congratulations. Your kids are adorable, your home is adorable, your very essence is adorable. Like I said, this post mostly came from a place of awe and envy because our living room style can best be described as “we’ll finish it someday”.
Jokes aside, if following these “Insta Moms” has taught me anything, it’s that I can appreciate their aesthetic without aiming for it, and I’ve decided I’m okay with this. We live in a time when we can paint a pretty perfect picture of our lives on social media and I know full well I’m guilty of this, too.
Though we’re not a coordinated and polished family, I do love taking pictures and I have an Instagram brimming with adorable pictures of my rug-rats. Sometimes with food all over them, sometimes with less food all over them.
When I have a day where I line my brows and throw on some mascara, I will bribe my daughter into a selfie with me so that my good-face-day is documented and doesn’t go to waste. I convince myself that because she’s in the picture too, the vanity is a little bit neutralized.
And you don’t see the screaming match it took us to get boots on small feet just to get outside and snap some precious family pictures on snow-covered hiking trails. You don’t hear us curse they day we decided to throw away birth control (and then cast a side glance at the other person because we’re *pretty* sure they’re joking.)
But yeah, things must always be taken with a grain of salt. Our online lives should be enjoyed at face value because that’s pretty much all they can offer. Face value. So with all that being said, tell me about your favourite online cliches, or the types of “Insta People” you find amusing. I know there are pages you follow like a stalker if only to pass judgement on the inside. Do tell. I’m ever-so-curious, and heck maybe I’m completely unaware of some ridiculous things I do myself (so feel free to drop those hints). Anyway, it’s Saturday night, so I’m going to peace out now to make friends with this bottle of wine.
Wishing you all well.