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Welcome to Flock of Broads. Here you will find the musings of five smart gals affectionately called "The Flock", all currently based in Minneapolis, MN. From pie crusts to parties, beard oil to Beyoncé, fashion to fat pants, we cover life as we know it and even a few things in between. Pull up a chair and stay a while.

Selfie Culture

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Selfie Culture

Talia Wischmann

You don’t like my selfies. I get it. I’m narcissistic and vain and a part of the “look at me!” culture. That photo of my outfit was just an excuse to post a picture of my great ass. Well I do have a great ass, so thank you. I really appreciate your opinions about my social feeds.

Did I write you a letter at some point asking for a follow? Maybe when I was drunk I tweeted at you and said “HEY LOOK OVER HERE AT THE COOL SHIT I’M DOING I AM MORE INTERESTING THAN ANYONE ELSE!" So you followed me and were very disappointed because it’s just my life in those little boxes and 140 characters.

Don't like my dishes? Cool you don't have to look at them. 
Dogs suck, cats rule? Super great, follow @emergencykittens instead of me. 
Boo, hiss, brunch is for wienies! Okay well I might come punch you in the throat for saying that, but then I'll borrow your phone and unfollow myself from it. 

Coffee, dog, food, kid, selfie, boyfriend, coffee, food, dog, group of friends, cocktails, food, outfit selfie, kid, selfie with dog, coffee, food, selfie. That is what you’ll get. Why? Because I like those things. I think my dogs are cute. My kid is adorable. Making and eating food pleases me. After the shit I’ve been through I still manage to pull myself together every day and I look fucking good doing it, so here is a goddamn selfie. When eventually I need to give up coffee or cocktails or entire food groups for health reasons, or I stop liking the way I look, the equation of my social feeds will change. You can follow me then if you want, but it's your choice.

We are our own worst critics. We’re not ever good enough, smart enough or pretty enough. We develop eating disorders, cake on layers of makeup and wear Spanx to look more acceptable to the world. We fight and fight for confidence, and then when we muster up just a tiny bit of it, enough to post a photo, some dickwad needs to make a comment about our “selfie culture.” Or about that photo is "ugh, so staged."

The beauty of social media is that it’s voluntary. You choose to follow me, you choose to like my photo, and you can choose to unfollow me. I've made the deliberate decision not to follow models or actresses because they make me feel like my normal body is not acceptable. You are allowed to do the same if I make you feel shitty. 

Surround yourself with people you like (on and off the Internet) and stop whining about the other ones. Unfollow them.