People are close to rioting in the streets because Instagram wants to claim ownership of their photographs, and I’m having a hard time getting behind their rage. Seriously, what photos are people posting that warrant this kind of self-entitled ire? All I ever see on that website are pictures of kale salads and ugly feet at the beach.
I’ve got news for you, everyone on Instagram: nobody gives a fuck about the sunset you saw from the window of the Denny’s on the interstate, and we couldn’t care less that you tried on a zany hat that you didn’t even BUY. Also, your dog may be cute, but we don’t need real-time updates about his bathroom habits, and finally, WE GET IT, you have friends. Am I supposed to congratulate you on not being Boo Radley?
How about instead of getting so uppity about something so trivial, you delete your fucking Instagram and devote your activist energy to something that isn’t, oh, I don’t know, COMPLETELY self-serving? Kthanksbye.
Sharp Teeth, Sharper Tongue.