#100 is very popular on Instagram, people shared the perfect snap of their perfect life their pets and holidays, but this time an Indian artist @wallflowergirlsays is tired of being privy to the unreal lives of millennials on social media.
And, this time she started sharing her own #100DaysOfDirtyLaundry project on Instagram which put a big question mark of those unreal and uncomfortable that Is really matter?
As the artist said, “I HOPE TO COVER EVERYTHING UNHOLY, UNCOMFORTABLE, CRINGE-WORTHY – BE IT COMPLICATED LOVE, INDEFINABLE SEXUALITY, MASTURBATION, PERIODS, OVER-GLORIED TRAVEL, MANIC MATERIALISM, ALCOHOL BINGES, SMELLY FARTS, BURPS, UGLY SCARS, ANYTHING & EVERYTHING I AM GUILTY ABOUT, ASHAMED TO SHARE IN PUBLIC.”
Well, we have only shared #12 days from starting, and you’ll get the idea how she is nailing it completely.
I am a millennial. As my mom would say, someone from the lazy spoilt generation. Spoilt for choice – from the bread, veggies & sauces in my Sub to the left or right swipes on Tinder. Choice is a powerful thing. Choices determine my life – be it my career, the people I choose to call my friends, my sexuality, my habits; in short they’re a reflections of who I am. Don’t be afraid to be the REAL you, Dove screams at me.
DAY 1: I sometimes love loud, smelly farts and I cannot lie. All my life I had been conditioned to believe that farts are ugly.
DAY 2: A song that I heard long back goes like this, “Hey girl, why parade around wearing swim suit like clothes, when there is the ever modest saree. Why crave for unnecessary attention of strange men, when that magnificent body of yours is ONLY for your husband to see”
DAY 3: The possessiveness monster Forget boyfriends or girlfriends, one time a so-so friend called my best friend, his best friend.
DAY 4: “I am not at all drunk, just one more pint”, “Just one more episode, I really really want to know who actually poisoned that bloody Joffrey”
DAY 5: I had scars on my legs long before I knew Little Black Dresses and Summer skirts would become the standard of feminine beauty.
DAY 6: Loneliness or Solitude? Do you remember the last time you were completely by yourself, taking in the solitary moment alone, not having the urge to pull out your phone to check that Facebook notification or wanting to strike up a conversation with the next person?
DAY 7 : The other breakup “You told Deepak the secret I told you? You are not my best friend anymore, Jenny is”
Day 8: Liar Liar, Pinocchio’s nose is on fire. Only you know who you really are. Kindly douse your raging fires yourselves.
DAY 9: What is the right time to move on after a breakup? Hey but what if it isn’t the end actually?
DAY 10: Everyone, I mean everyone, does it. But hey no one talks about it. Me? I enjoy it. There I said it.
DAY 11: Special(read creepy) talents not on resume for very obvious reasons – stalks every new person just met, on every social media platform.
DAY 12: When I was a kid, me and my dad used to play this silly game. We would name each other’s funny flaws – my bony fingers, his big paunch, my small nose; then go on to proceed ‘fixing’ the flaws.
The posts appear to leave one undeceived about a bogus actuality that we have come to accept as a norm. But, the art is on the point.
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