In so many words, Airbnb beseeches viewers in their most current commercial campaign, “don’t do… live.” At least that’s how I perceived it. Granted they’re trying to sell us snake oil, but frankly, they’re right about the modern (wo)man’s desire to fulfill an often superficial checklist of experiences based on what society thinks is trendy or unique. A reason to post photos, garner ‘Likes’ and make people jealous even when we “really don’t care what people think.” But we do. The problem is that the person who factors the most in this vote is the person posting the photo in the first place. Complaints aside, I don’t want to be the kind of gal that half-heartedly attempts something truly interesting, fun or enlightening just so I could say, “I do things. Do you do things?” Hell, I post to Instagram as much as the next person but the key is that no one really gives a shit but me. The idea that this was exactly what I am doing, and what we were planning to do for the next few weeks, makes me shudder. But we’re going anyway. Why? Because warning or not, skipping what you want to do because someone else thinks it might be uncomfortable or inconvenient is silly. Even more, changing plans because you don’t want to look like ‘that guy’ seemingly makes you ‘that guy.’ I’ll stick with being a tourist. This time.