I’m in a bit of a pickle. A contradiction of sorts. It’s about this word Authenticity.
If you spend any sort of time on social media, you will have seen it scattered all over the joint. I’s the new Avocado on toast. If it were hand made it would have the word Artisan before it. It’s the hipster beard of character traits. The trouble is that 90% of the time I see people talking about their authentic selves, it’s in a context which displays the exact opposite. This makes me want to cry a little because being authentic is also a really fucking important piece in the jigsaw of a happy life.