Flip through the latest issue of Gulf Weekly.
I have found a comic relief in life and it’s called Instagram!
Since I started following a dozen or so online bloggers my life has been full of giggles. Thanks to all of them who have taken PSO (‘public showing off’ as I like to call it) to a whole new level.
At first I was curious to see how informative and intellectually-motivating their work must be to be able to attract and retain so many brains, so I quickly clicked the following button.
I eagerly joined the bandwagon, with some bloggers boasting up to 200,000 followers.
I open my Instagram every day to enjoy the so-called news-feed and aptly-called ‘stories’ and I thoroughly enjoy dipping my toes into the flaunting of luxury and hip lifestyles portrayed.
Take the photograph of a pair of kittens cuddling in a basket with a Gucci bag with matching pair of shoes, as an example. I have to give credit to the blogger, she did try to do it subtly, only the bag was bigger than the kitty!
Uploaded tea-time and dinner dining images are another of my favourites, convincing me of the blogger’s busy life. The restaurant is always five star and please don’t miss the Hermes on the table right next to the food and the Rolex watch has to be noted on the wrist too. It’s amazing how the branded goodies are naughtily sneaked into frame.
There is also a set of bloggers who do not promote their goodies. Instead they stick to showing off their homes. Fair enough, after all, it takes so much time and energy to keep the house clean and so much money to decorate it to perfection. What’s the harm if millions of people can see how much each cushion cost or how well behaved their toddler is that she leaves the white couch stain free?
Online blogging must be synonymous to a rich busy fairy-tale existence. That is why it says a ‘new story’ on top of the page. Now I get it. Finally.
After all Instagram is not the place to look for the meaning of life or in-depth analysis – let’s keep any literature and literary expectations out of it.
