Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
I think I’ve just about had it with selfies. Just as the word hits the Oxford English Dictionary, my ability to look at ‘em has waned to a new nadir.
For one thing, they’re almost always the same. I don’t even need to describe the sameness to you. I know you know what I mean. Especially the duets. When someone posts a selfie of a duet — like the one I spotted on Twitter last week with the caption, “Off to dinner!” — I say, “Who gives a sh&t?”
I just read that Vampire Weekend’s Ezra Keonig is all down with selfies. Sez: “For you to be able to take a picture of yourself that you feel good enough about to share with the world – I think that’s a great thing.”
I say: “Who gives a sh&t?”
It used to be that you’d enlist someone’s help in getting a quick shot of you and/or your companion. A passer-by. Complete stranger. “Could you take our picture?” But it wasn’t because selfies weren’t possible until the flippin’ iPhone came along. We could have done them. It’s that we chose not to. Seemed kind of gauche. Because it is gauche.
So. Selfies. Can we please stop it, please?