Peter Griffin’s Instagram
Peter Griffin in a bikini. Posed, filtered, like any other thirst trap on Instagram. Someone made an account for him and styled him like an influencer—close-ups, posed shots, the whole way everyone performs themselves on there.
The crazy part is how seamlessly it works. Instagram’s visual language is so standardized that a cartoon character reads as just another fitness account. The platform flattens everything into the same aesthetic—real or fake, intentional or absurd, it all lands the same.
When you apply this to something explicitly fictional, the whole absurdity becomes visible in a way it usually isn’t. For real people, this styling and performing has become so normal we don’t see it as a choice anymore. It’s just how you exist online. But for a cartoon? It looks like exactly what it is: a template, a performance, a specific way we’ve decided to present ourselves.
The joke stops working fast. But in that first moment, there’s something true in it.