So many use various social media platforms to exercise their stupidity, insecurities, and “look at me” attitudes. The most prevalent and obvious categories are as follows: let’s spell things incorrectly on purpose, the “woe is me” without any details post, asking a question but requesting “only wrong answers” post, and the “look at my kid” post. The last one is a huge thing on Instagram.

A photo is posted, something delusional whimsical, and the caption reads “Your bae does dis. What you do?” First of all, what in the fuck is BAE and how much time is somebody actually saving but eliminating a word or two? Is this a lingo thing that is cool with the younger folk or do people actually take pride in sounding like ignorant douche bags? It is amazing to think than some people care what another persons BAE may or may not be doing and what another persons reaction might be. BAE likely has an IQ in the high 70’s or low 80’s and anybody that cares what BAE is doing is hovering within a few points. Go read a fucking book.

“Oh man. Bad day. Can’t give details. Send prayers.” Oh shut the fuck up. Dropping your cigarette in the car when the light turned green is no excuse to post a vague few lines that is a thinly veiled request for people to ask you what is wrong. You know who cares? Your mom and that one woman that you did pallet painting with last month. That’s all. Provide details or call your AA sponsor. This sort of post just takes up space and makes people scroll further until they find somewhat that is actually interesting.

A picture of the classic TV Batman and Robin. The tag line states, “Who is this? Wrong answers only.” Why?? What is the point in giving wrong answers to an obvious questions. Is it no longer enough to provide wrong answers to something you don’t know? Stupidity is now so celebrated that wrong answers on purpose are humorous and quaint? Ugh. Go read a fucking book.

You are the only person, okay, and maybe your mom, that cares if it is your child’s first time on a plane, on a beach, on an electric pony, or eating solid food. Your kid is uglier than you are and looks exactly like Winston Churchill sitting on the toilet. Endless photos on every platform of some kid with a booger hanging out of their nose, dirt around the folds of their neck, and a glazed over look on their face. To paraphrase George Carlin, “keep that unfortunate looking child inside where it belongs.”