So, because of the video below by my absolutely favorite guy on the internet, Casey Neistat, I have more or less fallen for Instagram.
It really is a gem, combining the best of sharing options that are provided by Facebook and Twitter and whatever the hell else you use, and, in the interest of disclosure, I use them all.
Granted I love Facebook, the politics of the thing – very much a part of my life – are almost like a game to me. And so are people. Their statuses ranging from pathetic to inspiring, each provokes a response from me. Inspiring people, or people who live interesting enough lives and can communicate those interesting lives to me via their statuses, I love to interact with those people. The pathetic, or racist, arrogant or ignorant, the mindless, the girls who post only quotes (from bad songs), all are easily dismissible.
I regularly delete people from my friends list based on their content in my feed. Facebook is for my friends, really, just the people who haven’t pissed me off or who actually mean something to me.
Twitter, most of it is mindless, a lot of it is hilarious (@GSElevator – @theChive), and some of it is enduring or informative. But between the girls reaching desperately for modeling careers and recruiters looking to fill a quota, I barely scan through the content on my feed, occasionally stopping at a news piece or to read a post by @TFLN.
Instagram is only a mild departure from the uselessness of overwhelming information on Twitter and a filter of all the crap on Facebook. It has its downfalls and weakness. Mr. Neistat could not have done a more thorough job in describing the do’s and don’ts and best practice for Instagram.
He points out how “fucking fascinating” Rick Ross is and how unapologetically boring Justin Bieber is. I tend to agree. Ricky Rozay posts the coolest shit. Ever. Really, and it might all be over the top and little bit ridiculous, but the guy came from nothing and has shoeboxes of cash everywhere and wears foxes. My grace, at least, has been granted.
I try my damn hardest not follow anyone who will bog down my feed with the shit in their lives that just doesn’t mater. If you aren’t eating a scallops hand caught this afternoon, carved into little figures of yourself served with a $2000 bottle of cognac, I really don’t give a shit about your food and neither does anyone else. Your artisanal grilled cheese with fried green tomato, seven kinds of cheese and what looks like fresh basil is about as interesting as a blank piece of paper. Congrats you made or bought a fancy grilled cheese, but unfortunately it is trendy and hip right now to share weird but uninteresting pictures of foods.
And it all doesn’t have to be over the top, just interesting.
That being said, and in the interest of turning people on to the social media giant, I will periodically share the profiles of those people who I think are noteworthy or deserving of our attention. No one like Biebs, just pictures of their face. Or the plate of food person. Just the interesting people.
The first one (full disclosure: sex sells and the blog needs to be sold) is for all intents a purposes something dear to my Red Wing loving heart. Kind of. The daughter of famed hockey legend Wayne Gretzky, the beautiful Paulina Gretzky. More than just a beauty, she has spent most of her adult life around the people we love to watch and has become one of them. That said: