It’s in my car, at the grocery store, in the bathroom and in bed with my kids. I’ve never seen anything like it, not Facebook or regular texting or even that Snapchat thing. It’s alive. I asked my 12 year-old what the big deal is with this (not so) new “app.” She said, “I don’t know, I guess it's because everyone is on it so you always know what everyone is up to.” That’s how she summed it up. I think that really is Instagram’s “reason for being.” But it’s beginning to seem like it’s my kids’ reason for being -- too. Then there are the coded comments under each photo, be it painted toenails, a bikini-clad teen, or a new pair of Jordans: “stunna”, perf babe, ily, ilysm, omg flawless! I’m starting to wonder about the sincerity of the next generation. If every photo of a tween or teen is followed by 10 or 15 “omg flawlesses” how can each one really mean anything? Is the recipient of the countless grat...