What Melania Trump Taught Me About Instagram

A month or so ago I read a post analyzing Melania Trump’s personality based on her Twitter photos. It’s a bit of a scary concept, people judging your motives and psyche based on the photos you post. It made me wonder what conclusions someone could draw from my Instagram photos. Like most people using Instagram, I curate what I post (blurry photos or those with 6 chins need not be shared) but what do the photos that I do post say? I’ve mostly just treated it as a visual online diary of what I’ve seen on any given day. After looking back through my photos I realized a couple of the Melania theories hit close to home and in the unlikely event that my posts are used to analyze MY personality, I’d like to offer a few comments and explanations:


The view from my window

There’s about 40 photos I’ve taken looking out 2 of my windows. While the angle changes slightly, they are mostly the same view of the same things:

What I’m worried it could be interpreted as: I never leave the house.

My explanation: While I can sometimes border on being a recluse who doesn’t want to leave my house, mostly it’s because it’s early or stormy and I don’t want to go outside in my pyjamas.


The view from above

I’ve posted over two dozen photos from the air of a variety of places:


What I’m worried it could be interpreted as: I see myself as above others

My explanation: I love the fact that I get to travel by air and the different perspective on the world it provides. I’m trying to share that excitement.


Through the glass

A Caesar is my favourite drink as you could tell from the dozen or so photos.

What I’m worried it could be interpreted as: I have a drinking problem.

My explanation: I love to try different variations on the drink. (I was slightly shocked by how many were taken at home and am going to have to rethink this one.)


On the plate

I’m guilty of taking photos of my food before eating. I could not even count the number of food photos.


What I’m worried it could be interpreted as: I’m a follower.

My explanation: I’m a follower.



My photos of myself are mostly of my feet.


What I’m worried it could be interpreted as: I have an obsession with feet.

My explanation: My selfies turn out like this:


It’s quite a yarn

At least 25% of my photos involve yarn or knitting, mostly of the sock variety.

What I’m worried it could be interpreted as: See the foot obsession concern above.

My explanation: I knit and take photos when I’m bored/have free time. Naturally they coincide.


Gone to the dogs

There are dozens and dozens of photos of my dog.


What I’m worried it could be interpreted as: I’m a crazy dog lady.

My explanation: He’s really cute … and I’m a crazy dog lady.


I’m wondering what your online photos say about you?


My Facebook Anniversary

The weekend marked the tenth anniversary of the Virginia Tech shootings, so I wasn’t surprised this morning when I had a notification that today was my tenth anniversary on Facebook.  It’s odd to connect the two events, but I remember so clearly in the aftermath of the shooting the discussion about how students received information and updates from something called Facebook.


I’m not sure I’d heard of Facebook or if I had, I certainly didn’t know much about it. I was intrigued and confused by what it was exactly, so much like Pokemon Go*, I decided to give it a try. I remember very nervously signing myself up, not really sure if I was “doing it right”. I apparently became friends with 3 people that day (one of whom was my sister) and all of whom were either still in or just out of university/college.


A decade later, it’s hard to imagine not having Facebook. I know some people do and reportedly live happy and full lives. Some Facebookers like to claim they don’t really pay much attention to it (Their up-to-the-minute knowledge of what has been posted recently tends to undermine those claims). Others seem to be perpetually frustrated by what other people are posting.


I’ll freely admit – I like Facebook. I check it frequently through the day. It has allowed me to stay in touch with people I know I would have long ago lost touch with. Prior to Facebook, I wasn’t good at being a pen pal or sending email. Now I know what my far flung cousins are up to; I know where friends from various academic endeavours ended up. As for people who live in the same place – I know more about their lives than I would without Facebook updates. I find it amusing to “watch” a Blue Jays game with a group of friends without having to change out of my pjs or move from couch, particularly when it’s 1 am and there’s an outpouring of excitement at a game winning home run (well last year anyway).


Yes there’s things about it that annoy me; I’ve hidden posts from some people that are just too much. While much of what is posted is the happy shiny version of life that people want to be seen I’ve also seen brutal honesty from people in tough times that is a reflection of life in a way that overly filtered photos will never be. And if my mishaps and missteps make people laugh a little then it makes it a little better for me too.


I’m a Facebook user. Here’s to another 10 years.


*My Facebook experience has been much more enduring than my one week obsession Pokemon Go.

Hardcore Fitness?

This morning these Instagram notices popped up on my phone:

Of the top ten words to describe me, “fit” would be about number 77; “hardcore fit” would be somewhere below 200.  Then I realized the photo was:

My version of supper to go from #DisneySprings #Ghirardelli #TheGanachery #Vacation2016 #Florida

A post shared by Bonnie Morse (@bhmorse) on


I’m pretty sure I was tagged as someone who needs to be a potential client. **sigh**


I guess it’s good I didn’t post a photo of my (chocolate) breakfast.

TV Watching in the Social Media Age

Over the past few weeks I’ve struggled with logging onto social media while attempting to still be surprised by a TV series.
As a disclaimer, I’m not a huge fan of spoilers. I believe they’re called spoilers for a reason. In the past I’ve gone looking for them, and then been let down when watching the TV show.  I grew up watching soap operas and in the weekend paper there would be a synopsis of what happened that week and a cryptic statement about what was coming  up in week ahead. (“Joe is shocked”; “A stranger comes to town”). Nothing that would cause you to say, “Man, I don’t need to watch; I know what’s coming”.

Living in Canada, the major U.S. Networks are available on cable or satellite, so we see them in real time. Living in the Atlantic Time Zone, we sometimes get them an hour earlier. 😀  Some shows I don’t care if I watch them in real time (I don’t see a lot of spoilers for Blue Bloods in my newsfeed) but shows like Survivor or the Amazing Race I make sure I stay off social media if I’m late watching (or if we pause live tv because we’re gabbing).  All that to say, in a world where you can google and find out just about anything in 30 seconds, I like to “not know” when I settle in to watch tv.

Which brings me to my latest conundrum.  Last winter on vacation in Florida I watched an episode or two of “When Calls the Heart” on the Hallmark channel. I had read the series of books and enjoyed them and once I got beyond the fact the show was the same but different, I enjoyed the fact that it was different. I fell in love with the show so I liked their Facebook page. I started googling it to see when it would be available in Canada. The Hallmark Channel isn’t available here, but frequently their successful shows are picked up by a Canadian specialty network.  I finally found it was coming on Superchannel (a movie network). I changed my satellite programming and watched the first season, not really knowing much more about it than what I’d seen on vacation. Because the American run had finished before it started in Canada, there was limited or no conversation about it on social media.  I truly watched with no expectations of what was to come, so when Jack Wagner showed up late in the season, my teenage self shrieked “Frisco!” in shock. (My adult self may have too).
Season 2 aired this spring, this time starting just a few weeks later in Canada.  In the weeks leading up to the U.S. premiere, I realized I wasn’t the only one who loved the series.  While at first that was reassuring (popular shows tend to last longer than unpopular ones) I realized that the 3-4 week time lapse was going to be an issue.  Not only was the show’s Facebook page showing previews of that week’s US episode, but the stars live tweeted several episodes and the show became a social media sensation. 

And I had to wait a 3-4 weeks to see what the excitement was about.

I ended up knowing some things that we’re going to happen, but I managed to not know how the finale ended.  I gasped when I watched it Sunday night.  I was surprised, and glad I was.

Now, I’m watching social media with fans in both countries anxiously waiting to hear that season 3 will be made.  I’m watching season 1 again on CBC. And I’m trying to decide if finding out the latest news about my favourite tv shows is sometimes more information than I should have.

I’m wondering what your thoughts are about knowing what’s going to happen on your favourite tv show?