I don’t go out as much as I used to. It got to a point where getting drunk and doing drugs got mundane and repetitive. Partying at the same bars, hearing the same [lame] music and making fake conversation with the same people got on my last nerve.
I started getting sick of it on one particular outing. It was a Saturday at some club, a couple of years ago. That night, it dawned on me that certain people aren’t partying to be with friends, meet new people or even get laid. No, some people go out to post pics of themselves on Facebook or Myspace the next day, thereby oddly upping their social status. You might think I’m crazy, but I know I’m not. I’ve discussed this theory with a few of my friends and they’ve all noticed and agree.
The weapon of choice for these social networking pseudo-models is alcohol and/or Redbull. None of these people pose without a drink; it’s a pre-requisite of sorts, or maybe an inherent need. I’ve literally heard girls say, “Hold on!” so they could grab their amaretto sour and sip on it while their BFF snaps a photo.
If they aren’t taking vain pictures of themselves, they’re taking pictures of everyone else. Anything that is socially deemed as being “fun” (think girls making out or flashing some tit, people doing Jagerbombs, drunks dancing weird) is up for grabs. Simply being good looking is reason enough to be photographed these days. I absolutely hate all this. Like, how many times have you gone out and some random person snapped a picture of you and the next day at 11 a.m. you were already tagged? Ugh!
OK, I’m not gonna sit here and pretend that I’ve never enjoyed posing for the cam or lie about posting pics on FB. I have. I, however, know the meaning of the word “moderation”. People need to learn it, too. It seems as though every single time I go out, there’s some asshole with an SLR going all paparazzi on everyone’s ass. I hate it. I hate having my picture taken and I especially hate having it posted online without my consent.
What’s up with digital cameras, anyway? They’ve turned the once fun task of capturing a happy moment with friends into dozens of lame attempts to look cool. It used to be, “Say cheese!” and snap. Now it’s more like, “How’s my hair? Do I look OK? Should we use the flash?” because everyone is petrified of looking bad. And then, when you finally take the picture, everyone huddles around that miniature screen screaming, “Oh God, delete it!” Then you take a million other pictures until everyone agrees upon one. Pictures have no soul anymore.
Digi cams aren’t the only gadget to have ushered in an era of narcissistic, needlessly self-important teens and young adults. You can thank webcams for that, too. Every social networking site is full of megalomaniacs photographing themselves and perfecting their kissy-face and gangsta lean poses through their computer monitor’s built-in camera. The irony in this is that while these people look totally silly, they take themselves extremely seriously.
I honestly don’t get why some individuals feel the need to document their every move, from a night of drinking to their daily outfit, through the lens of the camera. And people blog about this stuff, too! Since when have photos and mediocre bullshit (who cares if your blouse is vintage?) replaced intelligent content? Not that this blog is a shining example of intelligent content or anything (nearly all of our posts involve poop), but you get what I’m saying.
I don’t know. Maybe it’s just me. Am I missing the picture?