How are things up there on your pedestal? You’re looking very exposed and I hope you don’t fall. Sometimes I get up there too; when I’m feeling insecure I hop up on my pedestal and I mock people I don’t know. I hate them for their expensive clothes, their slender bodies, their beautiful vacations and their gorgeous, well-dressed children.
You’ve dubbed her the "Minimalist Pixie Dream Girl,” and you hate her. But “her” is you and me. She presents her curated aesthetic to the world just like you. She situates the blankets on her sofa just so and tousles her hair for that perfect wave, just like you. She takes 17 selfies before selecting the best one to post, just like you. There’s a stack of dishes and spilled coffee grounds just out of camera’s view on that marble countertop.
She is just the same as you, and you hate her. You imagine that her world is full of open space and money and pretty things and a significant other to take her photo everyday and a perfect little white puppy. You do not have those things. She makes you feel inadequate, but that’s not her issue, it’s yours. Your hatred for someone you don’t know shines bright with insecurity.
Her purpose is not to make you feel inadequate; her purpose is to put things into the world that she’s proud of. Take, for example, the group of women you’d call the "Minimalist Pixie Dream Girls" of Minneapolis. Women I know, and you probably know them too, or at the very least you've seen their work on Tumblr or Pinterest. Many of these women are partnering with local artists and designers to advance their work. Some of them speak at colleges about entrepreneurship and teach photography classes. While you’re busy focusing on your hatred for them, they're working hard to make cool shit and advance women in the community.
Insecurity gets the best of us all. Oftentimes I find myself looking at one of their photos and whining, “but I want that $2,000 pendant lamp toooooooo.” And certainly there will be a day when, without thinking, I’ll write about my hatred for a stranger who has nice things and a life that looks like a dream. That will be my insecurity shining through, and I invite you to call me out on it. I’m going to do the same for you, because hating strangers is getting us nowhere. It is not advancing us as a community or society to bitch about other women because of our jealous insecurities. So let’s move forward, do better, and let’s not allow someone’s Instagram aesthetic to dictate whether or not we dislike them as an individual.