Public, it's the new private.

It's funny how different social media channels can call for different - if not completely opposite levels of humility.

It was probably a sad day when even self-exhibitionists went with the crowd and put their Facebook profiles on private. But these egoists are resilient creatures. They found other ways of thriving.

They began posting risque thumbnails of themselves wearing close to nothing (it's just a bikini for God's sake, the fact that it shows more skin than my everyday underwear is completely beside the point). Next, they put on their humility-hat and began posting status updates complaining about all the creepy guys poking them, sending them messages and trying to add them. Have pity on me, for life is hard being this good looking.

But if you really want to see some guy's six pack, or some girl's cleavage photo-bombing her duckface - and if you want to enjoy these things in somewhat higher definition than what the Facebook thumbnail allows - chances are it's on Instagram for all to see. They will never ask how you found them or who the hell you think you are. Just keep showing them a little #instalove and they'll keep posting, so you can keep stalking. They call it 'following' now.


Keeping it real.

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