Instaobsessed

So I could bore you with my life since we last saw each other, or I could let you in on the current goings on in my seriously gripping and totally unpredictably crazy wild life. I'll pick.

I've become an Instagram addict(!)

Once a social media portal I viewed as being pretentious and, quite frankly, overly FOMO-encouraging, I've converted. What was once concisely said in the medium of 140-characters on Twitter, is SO much more appealing summed up in a photo. Words are so last year... unless they're #hashtagged.

The point remains though - I'm hooked. I'm insanely obsessively obsessed over PHOTOS of peoples lives. Famous people, not-so-famous people, weird people, wonderful people, fashion people, the lot.

Gone are the days when people got their kicks out of window watching people from Starbucks. Now, anonymously scrolling through seams of photos is obvs the thing to be doing. Is this normal??

Us Instagrammers though can all sympathise with that awkward moment when the finger scrolling turns into an accidental like on a random's photo. Worse, still, it could be someone you know who doesn't know that you know that they have an Instagram account and then, bam, the love heart glows and you've pretty much done the equivalent of finding out where they live and turning up on their doorstep just to let them know you like the filter on their breakfast shot this morning. 

I think it's safe to say that E-etiquette is yet to be perfected in this crazy world we call life. 

I, for one, am considering a digi-detox. Starting from tomorr...soon.

Love knows no boundaries!

Imagine if your celebrity crush finally noticed your insistent tweets to them, saw how beautiful or handsome you were in your profile photo, responded to you and you both fell in love and lived happily ever after. 

Sadly this is in fact a very, very, idealistic situation and, unless I am informed otherwise, to my knowledge this has not ever happened.  Why? Because “status” gets in the way. This idea came to me after reading about how crazy cool and so-far-from-normal Rita Ora’s life has become in the past three months ever since she was noticed by one of Jay-Z’s reps. She’s been partying in Cannes, she’s chums with Beyonce and is dating Rob Kardashian. All I can say is, lucky her. I wonder if Rob would have noticed her if it weren’t for her propelled celebrity status? Probably not.

I suppose the notion I am getting at here in a roundabout way is that everyone says there’s a soul mate somewhere in the world for everyone. So isn’t it weird to think how some people may never actually meet the love of their lives, just because money and status gets in the way? But, like everything in life, who knows, fate may just bring people together one way or another...

Los Angeles: Land of the Untouchables

Hollywood. The epitome of the American Dream. The place where dreams become a reality. Lala Land so they call it. There’s certainly an air of glamour about the place, it’s an aspirational location for aspiring talent. And apparently, crimes committed by the Hollywood elite come with a far lighter slap on the wrist than those committed by the rest of the world.

Matthew Broderick, star of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, took two innocent lives in a car crash in Northern Ireland in August 1987 in which he claimed he had no recollection of what happened. He was fined $150 for death by careless driving, which is the equivalent of £100. So if I do my math correctly I work that out to be valuing each life he took at £50. No prison sentence, nothing. How on earth can you put that price on human life? And how can a judge allow him to have gotten off so lightly? He got the same punishment you would receive for running over cattle.

As far as I am concerned criminal justice should be distributed justly 100% of the time regardless of a person’s public status. That should not be a factor in deciding upon the punishment they receive. I am quite frankly tired of reading about stars that spend 4 hours in a Los Angeles jail only to be released because of “severe overcrowding”. Overcrowding isn’t a new issue that has recently hit us. It’s a problem over here in England too, America. Did you let out the wrongly convicted people at the same time too? If overcrowding is the biggest problem the criminal justice system faces in not being able to keep the celebrities in jail, then I suggest they look to expand.

Is it not infuriating to know that you or I would be treated entirely differently to a Hollywood actor if we were facing punishment for the same crime? I’d bet my bottom dollar that us mere non-famous mortals would certainly receive a slight more than a slap on the wrist.