Are We Social Media Addicts, or Just Millennials?

Are We Social Media Addicts, or Just Millennials?

Has social media turned us all into robots?

It is 11:00 AM on a Monday, I wake up without an alarm clock because the sun is shining through the blinds in my dorm room and the air is as hot as a sauna. I am groggy and slightly annoyed that I couldn't sleep later and don't have class until 1:00. Before I get out of bed, I clumsily reach for my phone and immediately check all of my social media apps.

First, I check Instagram to see if anyone new followed me and somehow, I end up on an account solely dedicated to food. My stomach grumbles and I crave breakfast, but before I can eat anything, I must check my Twitter feed. After minutes of laughing at hilarious tweets and crying at adorable videos of baby animals, I realize that I forgot to check Snapchat! I check all my recent Snapchats and Snapchat stories before going back to Instagram, just to make sure I didn't miss anything important.

I see that one of the people I follow is on vacation in Europe, and I am immediately filled with jealousy. Another girl posted a throwback of her at the beach, with the caption of: "wish I was here instead of studying right now." Typical. I see videos of people dancing at parties and tailgating football games. Another wave of jealousy flows over me. Notifications appear at the top of my screen that one of my friends sent me a tweet. Only true friends send each other funny tweets. After one last check on Twitter, I realize it is already 12:15! As I brush my teeth, I find myself reaching for my phone on the counter next to the sink. I just need to go on Snapchat one more time...

I may sound like a social media addict, and I must admit, I sort of am, but I know I'm not alone. At every sleepover since about ninth grade, my friends and I usually spend the first hour of our day laying on the floor checking our social media accounts, completely silent and aware that each of us is awake. Even during class, everyone uses social media. I have seen fellow students posting pictures or tweeting while they were supposed to be taking notes.

It is 5:00 PM on a Monday. I am done with classes for the day and I walk back to my room for a much needed nap. As I walk, I see everyone with their heads down, and it is almost as if they are physically connected to their phones. I see someone with a handful of bags, trying to get into their building, but the person in front of them fails to hold the door open. He is too busy on the phone. I can't be hypocritical, half the time I trip over my own feet while walking because I am too busy scrolling through Facebook to watch where I am going.

Has social media turned us all into robots that only share emotions and memories online instead of speaking about them and socializing? Has social media turned off all of our creativity? Has it made us post things solely to make other people envy our lives? Or has our generation just grown up using social media and now we rely on it?

Our parents spent their teenage years using tape recorders and disposable cameras, while our generation grew into adulthood using iPhones and tablets. As we get older, our presence on social media has grown immensely, and some people even make a living posting Instagram pictures. Social media can bring old friends back together, and gives us the opportunity to voice our opinions, so I am not going to apologize for constantly reaching for my phone during my free time. I may be addicted to social media, but in my defense, I grew up using it, and it is a huge part of the everyday life of my generation.

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I'm A Woman And You Can't Convince Me Breastfeeding In Public Is OK In 2019

Sorry, not sorry.


Lately, I have seen so many people going off on social media about how people shouldn't be upset with mothers breastfeeding in public. You know what? I disagree.

There's a huge difference between being modest while breastfeeding and just being straight up careless, trashy and disrespectful to those around you. Why don't you try popping out a boob without a baby attached to it and see how long it takes for you to get arrested for public indecency? Strange how that works, right?

So many people talking about it bring up the point of how we shouldn't "sexualize" breastfeeding and seeing a woman's breasts while doing so. Actually, all of these people are missing the point. It's not sexual, it's just purely immodest and disrespectful.

If you see a girl in a shirt cut too low, you call her a slut. If you see a celebrity post a nude photo, you call them immodest and a terrible role model. What makes you think that pulling out a breast in the middle of public is different, regardless of what you're doing with it?

If I'm eating in a restaurant, I would be disgusted if the person at the table next to me had their bare feet out while they were eating. It's just not appropriate. Neither is pulling out your breast for the entire general public to see.

Nobody asked you to put a blanket over your kid's head to feed them. Nobody asked you to go feed them in a dirty bathroom. But you don't need to basically be topless to feed your kid. Growing up, I watched my mom feed my younger siblings in public. She never shied away from it, but the way she did it was always tasteful and never drew attention. She would cover herself up while doing it. She would make sure that nothing inappropriate could be seen. She was lowkey about it.

Mindblowing, right? Wait, you can actually breastfeed in public and not have to show everyone what you're doing? What a revolutionary idea!

There is nothing wrong with feeding your baby. It's something you need to do, it's a part of life. But there is definitely something wrong with thinking it's fine to expose yourself to the entire world while doing it. Nobody wants to see it. Nobody cares if you're feeding your kid. Nobody cares if you're trying to make some sort of weird "feminist" statement by showing them your boobs.

Cover up. Be modest. Be mindful. Be respectful. Don't want to see my boobs? Good, I don't want to see yours either. Hard to believe, I know.

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To Love a Broken Vase — An Ode To Valentine's Day

"To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides." --David Viscott, How to Live with Another Person, 1974


I remember an anecdote my elementary school teacher told us in the fifth grade. When a mother is pregnant with a child, they feel comfortable in their flesh. Provided with everything they needed to survive, they don't have to worry about anything. It's not until after they are born and the umbilical chord is severed that they realized they were not good enough, and insecurities fester.

I went through a similar process when I was growing up. Contained within my family and books, I felt like I held the world in my hands. It was not until high school where I seriously sought out others for company and wanted to apply myself to the social universe. And I saw myself changing in not only my behaviors, but how I see myself within the world.

With working hard to get good grades, with trying to get my driver's license, and becoming a better person overall, I realized the process involved a lot more effort than I ever had expected. And I found myself unprepared for the slow drudgery of it all. While I once pushed through to get things done, now I find myself giving up on projects while coming up with new ones. I frequently turned to my laptop for solace, as it kept my fantasies alive, but it also stole time away from me.

These behaviors showed in my relationships: I found it hard to meet up with friends, and my parents started worrying about what would my future look like. With the latter, I've had multiple conflicts with them, with me asserting I wanted to be free from everything, including accountability. Of course, that perception was quite unrealistic — to love and be loved, as well as to succeed, there has to a tug to know when you're doing something wrong.


A year ago, I wrote an article about how I saw romantic love from somebody who has never been in a relationship. Many things still apply today — I'm better off working towards my educational and career goals than seeking out love, though with Valentine's Day, it still fascinates me on whether or not I could be loved from somebody else.

From what I've heard from others, they would be charmed by my intelligence and kindness, neither fulfilling the stereotype of a nerd nor the perfect angel. However, the naivete would also put someone off, and potentially puts them in danger. I also see myself as the spontaneous type, but to the point where I forget where my priorities are, again making them worse than they really are. I imagine they would be intrigued by me as a friend or a lover, but end up breaking away after a short amount of time.

I don't imagine finding myself loving other people in the short term; however, I find myself open towards others. And that what makes me more afraid about how people view me--will they not be able to see the positives in myself when the time comes? Will they be just as capable of forgiving me the same way my family does?

At the end, I should take my friend's advice for Valentine's Day — love oneself. And take actions to make sure that I can love myself deeper and further.

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