Something very serious was brought to my attention this morning.
Let's make two things clear: First, I don't consider myself to be a "power-Instagram user," (as evidenced by this piece), but I do have an account that I use every day -- so I apologize if this is "old news" to you. Second, I don't do anything weird on Instagram that would cause my friends/family/acquaintances (read: girlfriend) any distress. That being said, I had no clue that people can literally see everything I "heart" on Instagram, immediately after I like it.
But a simple click of the "Following" tab in the "Activity" page, will unleash a veritable flock of photos liked by your pals -- and don't be surprised if you see a gaggle of scantily clad, faux-tanned, possibly underaged girls glutting up your newly found newsfeed. It happened to me upon my first, uninitiated glance, just as it happened to this Anonymous tipster, writing for New York.
Now I knew some of my friends had questionable morals, but the sheer amount of males in my Instagram feed -- dudes with girlfriends, wives, children, house plants -- who were up late last night ogling and interacting with Insta-celebs they don't even know was a little jarring, and I have to assume they are in the dark about their digital paper trail.