Some friends and I were laughing about an article I read recently. It asked if future anthropologists would look at the phenomenon of Facebook and wonder where all the women went. We have adorable pics of our children…rarely any of ourselves.
I had a whole post set as a response to that article, but Allison Tate at Huffington Post said it so much better than I could have.
Check the article out and let me know what you think. Below is a short excerpt:
“Come take pictures with me, Mommy,” he yelled over the music, ‘in the photo booth!’
I hesitated. I avoid photographic evidence of my existence these days. To be honest, I avoid even mirrors. When I see myself in pictures, it makes me wince. I know I am far from alone; I know that many of my friends also avoid the camera.
It seems logical. We’re sporting mama bodies and we’re not as young as we used to be. We don’t always have time to blow dry our hair, apply make-up, perhaps even bathe (ducking). The kids are so much cuter than we are; better to just take their pictures, we think.
But we really need to make an effort to get in the picture. Our sons need to see how young and beautiful and human their mamas were. Our daughters need to see us vulnerable and open and just being ourselves — women, mamas, people living lives. Avoiding the camera because we don’t like to see our own pictures? How can that be okay?…”
Read the rest of the article here.
I’d love to know your thoughts (and see your pictures!)