I'm a self-proclaimed 'Gramster. Which only means I limit my social media use to Instagram, exclusively, and life is all the better for it. Not so much because the platform is better but because paying attention to one platform is more than enough.
I'd much rather see through people's eyes than through their articulation, hence the reason I'm not a Twit'ster. And while rose colored glasses and liberal bubbles alike may be distorting things on Da Gram, my social blood still runs visual.
For International Women's Day, my feed was full of illustrations of female badassery, GIFs of ballerific characters and calligraphic words of wisdom from infamous women. It was girl power in full force. I enjoyed each feature which is the whole point — right?
More and more, I'm not so sure.
The larger point it seems — behind the barrage of hashtags and watermarks — is to be seen. As an artist, I fully understand the profound effects of visibility. And as a black woman I could write a dissertation on it. But as a "Gramster, I'm over it.
I'm over every post having to be about more likes. More reposts. More exposure.
I'm not interested in researching which hashtags will get me more visibility. I'm not signing up for the workshop that teaches you how to add said hashtags without looking like you've added said hashtags. In the midst of all of today's realness, something still felt so fake.
So, instead of talking my shit as the Internet's critic-at-large, I'm going to draw a few of my own female characters and keep those bitches (the sketches, not the women) to myself.
In the meantime, here's today's favorite from Libby Vanderploeg: