Shame -2011 Review

She closed the laptop. She opened her flip phone. No texts. She closed the flip phone.

The Highlight Reel

That was the secret shame of 2011. Not the mistake itself. But the desperate, algorithmic choreography of trying to delete the mistake while simultaneously curating the proof that you didn't care. shame -2011

She posted it with a black-and-white photo of her staring out a rainy window—a photo she had taken specifically for this purpose, rehearsed in the mirror three times. She closed the laptop

She hit "Untag." But the damage was already syndicated. Someone had already screenshotted it. Someone had already sent it to the "Ugly Candid" group chat on BBM. The shame wasn't guilt. Guilt was about doing something bad. Shame was about being something bad. And in 2011, you were what your profile said you were. She closed the flip phone

She deleted the whole album. Then she wrote a status: "So over drama. Going private. #hatersgonnahate."