To an extent, I think most normal people want attention. Even people like me, who get uncomfortable with attention, have some strange, inexplicable yearn to be recognized and acknowledged. But most people also share a universal disdain for “attention whores,” or people that are obsessed with constantly being in the spotlight. Why is this?
The other day, I was scrolling through Dan Bilzerian’s insta. If you haven’t seen it, it’s worth a glance. You know those people who post things on social media that are barely snap chat story appropriate? He’s one of those. Bilzerian’s Instagram is basically photo after photo of him trying to make it extremely clear that his life is better than yours, from the scantily clad, fake bosomed “models” (read: strippers and porn stars) he’s constantly surrounded by to his yachts and helicopters. But there’s nothing subtle about it. I’m all for arrogance, but believe it or not, you can be full of yourself without being tacky.
I hate false modesty. Don’t downplay yourself or your accomplishments because they make insecure people uncomfortable, by any means. But I can’t stand people that always feel the need to prove something, and abuse social media as they attempt to do so. Whether they’re trying to prove how hot they are, how good of a time they’re having, or how much money they have. If you got it, flaunt it, but there’s a difference between flaunting and desperation.
Bilzerian posts multiple times a day. I’m an intense Instagram creeper, and ended up on the pages of some of his concubines. I didn’t know who was more pathetic anymore: Bilzererian or his bimbos. I get it, it’s LA: no one has morals, but literally every single one of these women’s Instagrams looked like ads straight off of pornhub. I get the occasional suggestive upload, but seriously, you could get fired from your job for looking at one of their instas on a work computer.
I don’t care what Jezebel or any other delusional feminist says; there’s nothing empowering about being half to nine tenths naked in every photo you put on the internet. Theres nothing empowering about treating yourself like a billboard, making your sole objective in life to be noticed. There’s nothing empowering about living for likes.
While a part of all of us itches for attention, we find fault in those who can’t live without it because they abandon all integrity and dignity as they chase it. They don’t care if you respect them or if they can look themselves in the mirror as long as you’re looking at them. Long story short: thirst for attention is only cute in puppies and fat babies that aren’t crying.