Discovering over 200 undecipherable photos of my four year old on the ipad was initially a bit of a laugh ‘oh look, there’s his knee again!’ but lately “the selfie” has started to make me feel a little squeamish.
Back in my day, if you could take a decent shot of yourself with a 35mm camera and no view finder you were lauded by your peers. Now the skill has been reduced to tweens in their knickers on Instagram and I’m not sure what happened. Built-in cameras and social media possibly.
I think about digital natives like my children and iWorry. The baby learnt to unlock the iphone and call China at eighteen months, I’m concerned she’ll be hacking my superannuation by the age of five. Will they even bother to visit me in an aged care facility or will they just send a hologram?
Given that most selfies seem to be a bit of harmless self-expression, it’s possible my squeamishness results from a little conflict between my own romanticised childhood and not understanding the natives. I want to believe it’s just kids documenting their lives and not valuing their worth based on how many likes that bikini shot received and I really hope I’m right.
Just in case I’m not, I’m reigning in my own little sordid affair. It’s been four weeks and one day since my last selfie. I’m not cutting it out altogether because if I’m honest, I quite enjoy the creative aspect of it. I just don’t want my children haunting me in ten years with “how come it’s okay for you to do it?!”
How do you feel about selfies? I’d love some opinions on this one because I haven’t quite reconciled it in my head yet….