The Zoomer generation is covering the middle of their mugs with their hands in an attempt to keep their faces out of the picture while still (sort of) appeasing their parents. Here’s why.
Apologies for NY Post link but interesting phenomenon
I have never enjoyed being in photos, even before they could be viewed and commented on all over the world. I always tried to stay out of them until I was yelled at to get into the frame by some bossy asshole, or like another story here: dragged to a professional photographer and made to pose and smile like a figurine to create some distributable proof of our family to people I didn't know. if I could push a button and remove every photo of me in existence, I would push it every morning while brushing my teeth.
some people want to document every moment of their existence and put in on every screen.
old people who were late to the Internet and still don't know what it is--who also fit in the "document my life" group--are the only ones that need this shit explained.
within a week of my boomer mother figuring out how to get on FB and send me, in my late 20s, a friend request, I suddenly get 30+ notifications because she has scanned, uploaded, and tagged me in every photo she could find around the house going back to infancy. it took a while to delete all the tags, and even longer to explain why that wasn't something I appreciated or why I didn't want dozens and dozens of photos of me plastered publicly online. the idea that I should even be able to exercise a say in the distribution of my likeness was a radical and unwelcome concept.
being incurious of others' feelings and experiences, especially family, is something I can't wrap my mind around. though I guess that's how that works.
being incurious of others' feelings and experiences, especially family
wow you just described the dynamic I experience with my entire family, both sides, to a person. I swear to God I go home for holidays and just sit there being talked at, without being asked a question, for three days, and then leave without having opened my mouth.
being incurious of others' feelings and experiences, especially family, is something I can't wrap my mind around. though I guess that's how that works.
In moderation, I see no problems with people sharing memories and photos of whatever. But it becomes annoying when the creation of memories are prioritized over experiencing the present. Zoomers are definitely obsessed with selfies just like anyone else, but when it comes to group events it seems like the vast majority of the ones I know take a couple group photos here and there and see nothing wrong if someone blinked or didn’t smile or isn’t smiling perfectly because they just wanna move on.
I have never enjoyed being in photos, even before they could be viewed and commented on all over the world. I always tried to stay out of them until I was yelled at to get into the frame by some bossy asshole, or like another story here: dragged to a professional photographer and made to pose and smile like a figurine to create some distributable proof of our family to people I didn't know. if I could push a button and remove every photo of me in existence, I would push it every morning while brushing my teeth.
some people want to document every moment of their existence and put in on every screen.
old people who were late to the Internet and still don't know what it is--who also fit in the "document my life" group--are the only ones that need this shit explained.
within a week of my boomer mother figuring out how to get on FB and send me, in my late 20s, a friend request, I suddenly get 30+ notifications because she has scanned, uploaded, and tagged me in every photo she could find around the house going back to infancy. it took a while to delete all the tags, and even longer to explain why that wasn't something I appreciated or why I didn't want dozens and dozens of photos of me plastered publicly online. the idea that I should even be able to exercise a say in the distribution of my likeness was a radical and unwelcome concept.
being incurious of others' feelings and experiences, especially family, is something I can't wrap my mind around. though I guess that's how that works.
wow you just described the dynamic I experience with my entire family, both sides, to a person. I swear to God I go home for holidays and just sit there being talked at, without being asked a question, for three days, and then leave without having opened my mouth.
In moderation, I see no problems with people sharing memories and photos of whatever. But it becomes annoying when the creation of memories are prioritized over experiencing the present. Zoomers are definitely obsessed with selfies just like anyone else, but when it comes to group events it seems like the vast majority of the ones I know take a couple group photos here and there and see nothing wrong if someone blinked or didn’t smile or isn’t smiling perfectly because they just wanna move on.