The holidays really are the most wonderful time of the year. The vibe in the air during the month of December cannot be matched any other time of year.

Time is spent with family eating hearty and delicious meals and, of course, who doesn’t love presents? Christmas has always been one of my favorite holidays, but this year, since everyone and their mother (literally) is on some type of social media site, Christmas left me a tad annoyed.

Twitter and Instagram were bustling with posts every four seconds from everyone on my feeds and a few things annoyed me:

We Get It, You & Every Other White Girl Got A Michael Kors Watch For Christmas

Yeah I know, everyone ‘loves’ Michael Kors. I doubt that any of these females have ever seen a Michael Kors runway show, let alone touched an article of Michael Kors clothing (you know, the aspect of the brand that actually matters), but it seems as if every white female on social media got a Michael Kors watch for Christmas this year and felt the need to show everyone.

Don’t get me wrong, I own two Michael Kors watches- I’m a fan- but the thing is, it’s just a fucking watch. I know that’s the most prestigious form of jewelry you’ll ever own, but no one wants to see your watch on Instagram.

It’s not like any of you can actually tell time on a watch anymore anyway (I am also guilty of this), so what’s the point of you uploading a picture of it? You’re not special if every other girl in the world got the same gift, so no need to try and “show off” to any of us; #fail.

People Flaunting What They Have

Speaking of showing off, how annoying is it when people show off what they got for Christmas? I’m not bitter; my parents are very well off and gave me everything I wanted for Christmas, but it’s just plain tacky to show off what you were given.

Yesterday, I actually saw a female upload a picture of all the gift cards she was given for Christmas. Next to each gift card, she was sure to caption the picture with the amount given on each card. Like, the amount of money she was given. I’ll be the first to tell you “No one gives a fuck”. And I promise you, someone got more.

That’s pretentious and takes away from the true meaning of the holidays and next year you’ll deserve a nugget of coal- let me caption it for you ($0.0001).

Posting Your Christmas List

Ladies, ladies, ladies… I have a lot of things going on in my head- important things. And while I’m willing to devote some of my time and thoughts to your lives, it’s a limited amount. So please, try to keep your social media posts limited to things of some sort of importance. What I don’t need to see is your Christmas List.

I have learned the names and variations of somewhere over 50 different designers and all the goddam accessories they produce. I don’t need to know that shit. I don’t care that those Louis Vuittons come in 4 different color variations. I don’t care that you have 25 unheard of designers on your list.

If they were that good, they’d be heard of. There is no reason why you girls need to share all the insanely pricey Christmas presents that you know you will not be receiving for the holidays.

It’s bad enough for you to be Instagraming the gifts you do receive, but Instagraming those heels in the Prada store window with the tag barely visible due to the window glare is just sad; so sad.

Unnecessary Pictures of Shitty Christmas Dinners

Everyone loves the holidays because we get together with our loved ones and eat. I love pictures of food, they’re probably my favorite types of pictures, but don’t even dare upload the picture of your Christmas dinner if it was ever frozen or came out of a can.

Do not upload a picture of your food drenched in too much under seasoned sauce, and don’t even think about pulling out your iPhone out if your meal is on a paper plate.

You know what pictures we love to see? You with your siblings. You with your mom and dad. Your well decorated Christmas tree. And yes, please post pictures of your food, but only if it’s up to par. Take notes, and next Christmas, try not to be such a pedestrian.

Ally | Elite.