Social Media Shaming {Wrap Up}

So several of my college theater friends (and other friends) have been playing fantasy football together for the last few years. If you play fantasy football, you know that often a team could be projected at 135 points, and end up with like, 80, based on fluke underdog wins, injuries, etc. And every year, we have a gmail chain going to make fun of members of our league (sometimes me) who have scored particularly low.

This year, we are upping the ante. Our first week, my friend Clare was the biggest loser with only 83 points. Meanwhile, the biggest winner was Molly with 155. Through a number of emails, the group decided that each week, the lowest scorer (now known as “The Clare”) will be faced with social media shaming, which will be chosen by the highest scorer of the week.

Make sense? Here’s the simple version.

Week 1: Clare was The Clare. She was forced to post this to facebook with the “♥ her” comment:

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Week 2: Ironically, Molly became “The Clare” and was required to post a selfie, in a bathroom, toilet visible, with the comment “everybody poops lol”

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Week 3, when I ALMOST BECAME THE CLARE, Brett actually became The Clare, and had to post a throwback photo to Vanderbilt Theater with the hashtags #tbt #college #missthis #tightiewhities… As you might could assume, it’s a VERY tighty whity picture that, no offense Brett, I’d rather not post on my blog.

Week 4, WILL is THE CLARE! What you need to know about Will is that 1) he rarely uses FB and 2) he LOVES Nashville hot chicken, particularly that of Hattie B’s. So when our friends found the following advertisement, will was forced to post to his FB page with the comment “Finally! #hattiebs #mintyfresh.”

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Week 5, CLARE becomes THE CLARE again! It’s only fitting she should be the first to hold this title twice. Sticking with the TSwift theme, the following was posted to her FB (note the amazing caption):

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Week 6, it was my husband’s turn. Lucky guy. You need to know that my husband is a HUGE cubs fan. He posted the following photo with this caption:

Big game tonight boys, I believe in you!!!! ‪#‎DoItForMark‬ ‪#‎Cubs‬

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Week 7, it was Will again. A very simple:

#‎tbt‬ ‪#‎duckface‬ ‪#‎missmyhair‬

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Week 8, my time had come. This started me on a slippery downward spiral. Thank you, friends, for taking some old photos and making me feel a fool. (There was this one time, in high school, that I took a dance class and they made me participate in a recital. Shut up). My caption:

Was thinking about starting an adult version of The Ohio State University Cheerleaders I even picked out a uniform! Your thoughts? ‪#‎OhioState‬

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Week 9, Alex is The Clare. She is so darn cute and has very little dirt…so this is what it came down to…

Winter is around the corner, and I can already feel my skin drying out. Thinking I better get on this… http://www.uddercream.com/ #udderbutter #feelssogood

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Week 10, my hubby’s turn again! Went with a Tswifter on this one.

Can’t wait to finally take the time to read this over winter break. She’s a real inspiration. Considering cancelling my Spotify because her art IS worth paying for, no matter what the haters say. ‪#‎truth‬ ‪#‎notashamed‬ ‪#‎taylornation‬

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Week 11, me again. By A LOT. You may recall this slightly out of place blog post…This was my punishment for the week.

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Week 12, Alex round 2!! I had a hand in this one, and I was pretty proud of the 40+ likes she got for it. Full of all the wonderful hashtags you’d expect…

“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.” Following my inner moonlight with my ‪#‎starbucks‬ ‪#‎redcup‬ with a pump of ❄ ‪#‎LTD‬ ‪#‎selfie‬‪#‎coffee‬ ‪#‎justagirl‬ ‪#‎letitsnow‬ ‪#‎moonlight‬ ‪#‎madness‬ ‪#‎allenginsberg‬ ‪#‎quotes‬

Week 13, me AGAIN. But honestly, this one was not too bad. Just a silly little Elf post…

Decided to spread the ‪#‎Christmas‬ cheer a little early this year…HO HO HO!! Enjoy! ‪#‎xmas‬ ‪#‎mostwonderfultimeofyear‬ ‪#‎lovemyhubby‬ ‪#‎castsucksnot‬

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Week 14, the FINAL week, thank GOODNESS. Landed on me AGAIN. So I was The Clare queen with a total of FOUR The Clares. However, due to everyone shifting attention to the playoffs, I never received a formal punishment for this. I was informed though that next year the name of “The Clare” will be changed, and aptly named after me. I guess that’s the final punishment. A shameful legacy.

Anyone else have fun wagers on the line for their fantasy league? Please share!

Social Media Shaming

So several of my college theater friends (and other friends) have been playing fantasy football together for the last few years. If you play fantasy football, you know that often a team could be projected at 135 points, and end up with like, 80, based on fluke underdog wins, injuries, etc. And every year, we have a gmail chain going to make fun of members of our league (sometimes me) who have scored particularly low.

This year, we are upping the anty. Our first week, my friend Clare was the biggest loser with only 83 points. Meanwhile, the biggest winner was Molly with 155. Through a number of emails, the group decided that each week, the lowest scorer (now known as “The Clare”) will be faced with social media shaming, which will be chosen by the highest scorer of the week.

Make sense? Here’s the simple version.

Week 1: Clare was The Clare. She was forced to post this to facebook with the “♥ her” comment:

clare

Week 2: Ironically, Molly became “The Clare” and was required to post a selfie, in a bathroom, toilet visible, with the comment “everybody poops lol”

molly

Week 3, when I ALMOST BECAME THE CLARE, Brett actually became The Clare, and had to post a throwback photo to Vanderbilt Theater with the hashtags #tbt #college #missthis #tightiewhities… As you might could assume, it’s a VERY tighty whity picture that, no offense Brett, I’d rather not post on my blog.

It’s very possible that this will be me, sometime soon. My team did NOT look good last week when I lost miserably to friend Andy. So if you follow me on facebook, and something you would consider “embarassing” appears, you know why.

The Best Of Us {PSA}

As I scroll through my bloglovin feed, through my facebook newsfeed, through pinterest, and even, at times, through my own blog, I think “this is all so pretty and happy — why don’t I feel like that right now?” or “I want all these pretty things in my house and then I will be SO HAPPY!” or “That one random chick from high school looks so happy and her life must be so perfect!” or anything along those lines, and when I catch myself, I think, “Seriously, Meghan?”

Because I KNOW that we always put our best foot forward online. I KNOW that pinterest is gorgeous and is basically the online Sports Illustrated: Swimsuit Edition of home decor and food. I KNOW that I even design my posts to reflect my good side. Who doesn’t?! So when we catch ourselves having lifestyle-envy, we should know better. But we don’t. Because our brains are these tricky little buggers full of synapses and chemicals, and they HAVE A LIFE OF THEIR OWN, PEOPLE. They do what they want. And they MESS WITH YOU.

Really, this is just a friendly Public Service Announcement to remind you, as we launch into what’s guaranteed to be another not-picture-perfect weekend, that no matter what you see on blogs and facebook and twitter, everyone has stuff. Everyone gets sad, everyone does have some perfect, fun moments, and really, at the end of the day, everyone sleeps, eats, poops, laughs, and cries.

Here’s a real, grainy moment for you from my morning.

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This was moments after I realized I had overslept and I jumped out of bed. The dog took my spot (the dog, who we swore would sleep in a crate every night when we got her). You can’t see it, but our room is full of piles of clothes, as we have not yet unpacked from the husband’s summer out of town. I’m late for work. A moment later, I go downstairs to find some dog poop in the kitchen from the night before that I didn’t see. There are a few dishes in the sink. The flowers are dead. My car is almost on empty. My team lost last night. BUT all this to say, in THIS moment, the man and the pup I love the most in this world are snuggly, right here, and that makes me happy. And that’s what it’s about. The little moments. So be grateful for little moments you have today and this weekend and this year, and don’t get caught up on everyone else’s moments. Don’t worry about the best of US. Just go have the best of you.