Ahh social media. She’s such a lighthearted babe one day and thorny bitch the next. How are we ever meant to keep up?
If you clicked on this post and are actually interested in what I have to say why thank you. Grab a cuppa because I have a feeling this is going to be a lengthy ramble on the topic.
You see a few months ago I had what I THOUGHT was FOMO… You know that stupid feeling you get when you get invited to an epic karaoke night and even though you hate singing and stages you go along anyways just so you don’t miss out? It’s that sick feeling in the pit of your stomach that isn’t related to the dairy you accidiently ate earlier that day. But this time was different. This time I wasn’t invited. A bunch of ladies from a particular niche were (one I would totally class myself as apart of) and it looked like a good time but somehow the handpicked selection of attendees were what suited the organiser rather then being inclusive of everyone. Crazy right? And it was one of those things where errrryyything about the event was alllllll about supporting, including and networking with a group of women I am categorised as – as are 30+ others who were conveniently forgotten. Can we just assume our invites were lost in the mail babezzzz?
It sounds as though I’m salty. Part of me is and I have no problem admitting that. Hi my name is Sarah and I am salty.
But another part of me is just SAD. Sad because organisations, networks, individuals and groups promote this mysterious land of inclusion but their actions tell a completely different story. And wise Abraham Linc-dog once said ‘actions speak louder than words’ or if you wanna modernise it more than your 140 characters on Twitter.
Social media is an incredible thing because it is giving people the power to fuck shit up. Everyday people are powering to success thanks to the internet. Look at Jane Lu, Elle Ferguson or Margaret Zhang. There are millions of possibilities right at our spoilt fingertips. You don’t want to go back to your boring desk job and have some epic idea for a product you can make because you are so freaking clever? Fuck yeah you can do it. Have a passion for making incredible food flatlays and wanna make that your full time job? Shit yes no worries. The fact is people are able to do some really cool things thanks to the likes, follows, comments and all that junk. It’s super cool. I’m not hating on the ‘gram or FB/blogs/youtube or anything (that’d be totally weird if I was) it is just the way the digital world has evolved over the past 10 years.
What I don’t love about the platform is the hierarchies that form within communities. The way it people make other people feel. All of a sudden I’m getting flashbacks to high school when I was told I couldn’t sit with the popular girls on the steps because I had a friend they didn’t like (SOOOO GOSSIP GIRL right? And yes it did happen and from that point on I wasn’t popular anymore). Now it’s people creating networking events, clubs, blogger groups and promoting this magical land where everyone is supportive and nobody is ever left out and we just love each other so much. It’s amazzzzinnnggggggggggg darling. However there are people who ARE left out, conveniently forgotten about and I don’t find that okay.
Don’t get me twisted I am a complete homebody and I deal fine by myself. I have never ever had housemates (apart from Noons poor dude), I’ve never really needed a tick of approval from anyone but myself. I am okay on my own. When I see high school petty groups like this it just makes the little mad gremlin inside me come out. What makes people who are ‘in charge’ events/clubs/groups or whatever it is think that this hypocrisy is cool?
Maybe I am too compassionate. Just last night I cried in an old episode of Gossip Girl (unintentional 2nd reference to GG but I am currently rewatching the series and it is as FAB as ever) when Jenny goes CRAY CRAY with power and then it alls bites her in the butt so she goes back to Rufus. His face killed me. WAHHH. Why you so cute and love your daughter so much Ruf? ADORBS! Isaac just laughed at me. Maybe I just care too much about other peoples feelings and take other peoples pain on.
But the way I see it is – you can do these epic events, organise these communities and promote women supporting women and not be a jerk.
In life we all have choices. You can choose to send out invited to the 50 women in the community or you can choose to invite your 20 friends even if they aren’t really involved as much as others. I think deep down most people are aware of whether what they’re doing in morally right or wrong. For me? I’ve made the choice to step back because it began taking a toll on me, as I said, someone who generally doesn’t give a shit what other people are doing or saying. I’ve unfollowed, stopped wasting my braincells thinking about it and decided that the anger I feel towards Australia Post a good day is more of a priority than these people with their negative vibes.
Moral of the story: don’t choose to be a jerk. And also for people like me – don’t let the jerks make you feel or act like a jerk because us less jerky-of-jerks don’t deserve to have the jerks makes us feel like the biggest jerk of all. Jerks.
Now after almost 1,000 words of dribble. How do YOU feel about that?
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