Everything was going great until you showed up. You see me across the crowded room, make your way over, and start talking at me. And you don’t stop.You are a Democrat, an outspoken atheist, and a foodie. You like to say “Science!” in a weird, self-congratulatory way. You wear jeans during the day, and fancy jeans at night. You listen to music featuring wispy lady vocals and electronic bloop-bloops.
If this article will stop at least one person from posting food pictures on Instagram, it will serve its purpose. But that’s a lot to hope for.