Instagram is appallingly mundane
New York Four years ago, I had a stroke that left the right side of my body paralyzed and my speech so impaired that I sound like I'm talking under water. But the stroke also left me not giving a fuck what anyone thinks of me. I didn't know a thing about Instagram until 18 months ago when a friend explained how it worked. Looking at some typical posts for the first time, I was appalled how mundane the majority were. At least half were of dogs, kids or spouses, falsely attesting to the happiness of their lives. There were some brilliantly ironic posts, but not many. The political posts were the worst. I found the iron-like conviction of their opinions so frightening that I decided to half throw my fool's cap into the ring and oppose them. I loathe cancel culture.
