A perfectly manicured and curated digital feed is the norm these days. Perhaps that’s why an increasing number of people are setting up second Instagram accounts: a private “Finstagram” to their public-facing “Rinstagram.” Think of it as your weekend, sweatpants-wearing self (Finstagram), lurking in the shadows behind your buttoned-up weekday self (Rinstagram). I explored this in a feature for The New York Post...
Being tired is now a status symbol. People brandish their tiredness like trophys, like weapons, it's the answer to almost every question. "How are you?" "Good!" We say. "Good, but tired," waving around YSL's touch d'eclat. Tired, tired, tired, indeed. But who are we competing with? Is it ourselves? Is it other people? And if it is other people, is it actually them, or just the perceptions of themselves they've created? I was having a conversation the other day with a friend of mine, we were discussing social media and how, essentially, it's fake. It's all fake. We knew that already, of course, but it felt almost like an epiphany to realise that the people we're comparing ourselves to aren't actually those people. And we are comparing ourselves to them, subconsciously or otherwise; whether you want to or not. How can you possibly help it? I can’t be the only one who on a what-could-have-been-a-lazy-day will scroll through my news feeds and see the majority, if not every single one of the people I follow, tweet, instagram and facebook, seemingly, in permanent marker, writing their achievements on their foreheads and showing them to the world.
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