I could spend my whole life viewing photos on instagram – and, to be honest, I do probably spend more time than is healthy, sitting at my pc, surfing the web. (I’ve just been doing it right now!
I’ll just bet there are millions of youngsters out there, right this minute, busily snapping away, taking selfies, exposing themselves in all sorts of ways, with a view to garnering some attention and maybe some money for sponsored posts.
Well, good luck to them is what I say to that. If you’ve got the brass neck to expose yourself so blatantly, maybe you do deserve a reward. But, from the perspective of someone who lived a life before Instagram, the same pouty, pert, photogenic photos become extremely boring after about … thirty seconds! I’m obviously not your target audience. On the other hand, if you had managed to be interesting I might just have stuck around for a few minutes more to see what you’re promoting.
For goodness sake – do you always have to be centre stage?? Do I always have to look at your breasts hanging out of a bikini? Or your ripped muscles about an inch away from the camera lens. Get a life – go show me something else; for instance you walking to work, catching the subway, flying a Lear jet, standing at Monument Valley or the Tour Eiffel.
Aaaargh!