E’RRYBADY LOOK AT ME

 Remember when there were manual cameras with a reel of twelve so you could take only twelve pictures and you knew you had to make each one count?

Let’s just say, the present shits on that.

“Capturing the moment” has just lost its meaning. In an album of more than three hundred pictures there will hardly be just a few which make you smile and think of the story behind the picture, and prove that the picture was indeed like a time capsule. The rest of them are like this:

Though I have to admit, these pictures do capture what we want them to capture: the idea of how we think we are beautiful and we deserve to be noticed so we’ll make people notice us. Obviously, what’s more satisfying than twenty likes on your picture and a comment section full of:

“OMG SO PRETAAYYY <3”

“marry me.”

“hawtness”

“omg you’re so pretttyyyyy <3 WE NEED T MEET UP” (Seriously, what is up with the you’re so pretty so we need to to meet up?)

“beesstttt  <3”

“DP THIS” (followed by the actual dp-ing of the picture with a description of “Because XYZ said so.” Because surely, you are so humble that you would never have thought of dp-ing this picture if XYZ hadn’t said so *major eye roll*)

All we want to do, while taking pictures, is show how photogenic we are. There hardly ever is a desire to capture the fun moment. Actually, it comes down to this: there hardly ever is a fun moment because we’re always so busy taking pictures to capture our beauty. (Unless, you describe taking good pictures as fun itself.) Like those pictures girls often take with babies. They think it captures how much they love kids and have fun with them but if you look closely, it’s very clear that they are so busy pouting or posing for the camera that the poor kid is actually being ignored.

I miss those big pictures where everyone lined up symmetrically with cheesy smiles on their faces to make sure that this one picture is worth it. And it really did become worth it. Because now, if we look at those pictures, we think about how, when and why they were taken and we smile. But the way we take pictures today, how, when and why has only one answer: because we were dressed pretty and we want to remind people that this piece of hawt ass is ours. It’s okay to do it occasionally but seriously, taking pictures with this attitude EVERY.SINGLE.TIME is a one way to disrespect the art and reason of picture taking. As if it’s not the moment worth being captured it’s just us. And that sucks.

We Be So Shallow.