By Elisha Wagman
Once, there was a woman who posted photographs online of every outfit she wore. She put up pictures of pencil skirts paired with sheer, silk blouses, high-waisted jeans with cropped sweaters, and ponchos pulled over patterned leggings.
Quirky captions accompanied every photo.
“Watch out Mrs. Florrick!”
“Urban turban chic.”
“I’m a homey in my hoodie.”
Her twenty-nine online friends who she’d never met in real life made fun of the posts.
“Your outfits make the worst-dressed list of the web.”
“TJ Maxx called. They want their sweater back.”
The more they taunted her, the more pictures she posted. Close-ups of kitten heels and spider-web stockings, snapshots of rhinestone hair pins, studded fingerless gloves.
“Why do you post what you wear?”
She did it because it made her feel like she had friends. It was the same reason she liked the taunting. It is the same reason a billion people are addicted to Facebook.