Why Do You Need an Anonymous Social Media Account
It’s never been so awkward to be online. People charter 10 minutes of time on private jets per gram . The most harmless and meaningful messages can cause outrage. You can’t talk to someone on the plane lest it go viral, leading to harassment . The President is tweeting .
But, of course, there are many good things that make it difficult to log out completely. This is why I humbly suggest creating anonymous accounts (I prefer Instagram and Tumblr) to avoid all of this.
It’s definitely not af insta . And it’s not an anonymous account that lets you spew hate and make racist comments without asking for help, or sneak up on your ex. In fact, this is almost the exact opposite of all this: a place where you can completely and completely indulge in your interests and guilty pleasures, and no one else knows or sees. This is your little slice of anonymous internet paradise, a deliberate place for stress-free joy.
My Tumblr, which I have had for many years and has always remained anonymous (even as a naive freshman, I was aware of the inherent embarrassment of posting on the platform) is the place where I can repost Sylvia Plath quotes and sepia-toned photographs. pens and magazines strategically placed on a rustic writing desk and don’t worry about what others think. The more self-confident person might not care, but the fact is, I don’t necessarily want all of my friends and colleagues to know that I stayed awake until three in the morning looking through pictures of Parisian cafes and reading about the Combahee River Collective and Slenderman. I just want to post juicy love quotes without judgment. I want to be simple in the world.
At first, Tumblr was a platform that fueled my growing political and political interests and allowed me to learn about things that I would not have known otherwise. This anonymously gave me the opportunity to look potentially (read: definitely) stupid and not face any kind of backlash or internet anger. More recently, Tumblr has become a haven from the horror of the news cycle, a place where I can read heartfelt poetry and stare at landscape shots instead of updating Twitter for the 200th time to see what fresh hell is looming over us.
Then there’s my anonymous Instagram, which I use to follow accounts for interior design, fashion, inspirational quotes, bachelorette party contestants, and all other forms of “embarrassing” content that I really really enjoy.
While it also acts as a respite from Trump and his bullshit, the added benefit of private Insta is that I don’t have to keep an eye on my friends, family, and high school people whose names I barely remember. There are no bets, no pretense, no comparisons. I can feel free to comment on Karamo’s new Queer Eye group shot and watch makeup tutorials I’ll never try without my joyful post-stream being interrupted by the fifth shot of my second cousin’s bachelorette party or a pile of rubbish at my old colleague’s “artsy” New York snapshot. There are no bad moods, no news, and most importantly, no subscribers. This is just me, Karamo and 400 other branded accounts dedicated to absolute nonsense and frivolity.
Undoubtedly, a lot of people have accounts like this (and of course many Kinja commentators can talk about them). If you don’t, I can recommend making one or two of your own enough. You’ll get a break from your neighbor’s news and baby photos, and still be able to see what Pug Doug is up to . A win-win.