Let’s be honest. The person who first uttered that phrase has to be the biggest biotch on the planet. “Oh, let me steal your ideas and then pin my actions on a nicety. You’re welcome.”
Perhaps it’s the journalism major in me, but blatant copycats are my biggest pet peeve. It’s plagiarism, no matter how small it might be, and that’s not cool.
For example, this week someone stole one of my Instagram photos and claimed it as their own. It was a fake account… that was clearly operated by my 10-year-old niece.
Yes, my niece created a fake persona to act as a fake ally in an online girl fight she was having with another 10-year-old. And here’s the kicker: she still thinks I don’t know who “Taylor” is. You know, since justadramaqueen666 isn’t clue enough.
I was in middle school when MySpace and AIM was cool. This concept is not foreign to me. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt.
So what does dear old Aunt Sami do?
Somewhere, Professor Criswell is applauding me.
I tell you this story because recently there has been a crazy influx of “imitation” in my life – by people with more than one decade under their belt. This baffles me. Is originality dead? Maybe I’m missing something here, because I’m not feeling flattered.
Perhaps the quote should be changed. I feel that inspiration is a much more acceptable form of flattery. Don’t take someone’s ideas, but use them to inspire your own creativity. Then, do the respectable thing and give credit where credit is due. There’s nothing worse than seeing your photo without your byline.
Just ask samanthalc.