Can you grab the camera, please? [direct]
Hey, Hun, it’d be nice to have a picture of this. [coy]
Imagine if there was actually PROOF that I was here? [sarcastic]
Words to that effect ring in my husband’s ears more frequently than either one of us would care to admit. I mean GAWD forbid we preserve a cherished memory. Wouldn’t want to remember too many special moments, for crying out loud.
I’ll be the first to admit I’m a photo junkie. My friends can vouch for that. My kids just assume I always have my iPhone at the ready.
“Mom, take a picture of my sock!”
I don’t have my phone.
“Why? Is it charging?”
(Because, clearly, why else would I not have my phone on my person?)
My husband, on the other hand, needs a fair bit of coaxing to capture the [insert airquotes] picture-perfect moments. Which drives me crazy. As much as I love taking photographs, it’s just not something that comes naturally to him. As a result, I’m often left out of the shot.
Unless, of course, I take a #selfie.
Hold up, #selfiehaters. Maybe you don’t need to take your own pictures because you’re married to an Ansel Adams- or Annie Leibovitz-type. But I’m gonna go ahead and assume that MOST of us are not. And so for rest of us who actually WANT to be in the shot, we have to take matters into our own hands.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
If I pointedly ask or hint at my husband to take a pic, I sound like I’m nagging. Sometimes I make a big display of awkwardly trying to take my own picture and THEN he gets it. But seriously, I’m all, Hey, look at me, it’s my birthday and I feel good, I’m all smiles and COULD YOU TAKE A FRICKIN’ PICTURE, for the love of Pete?!
Fuhgeddaboudit. I’ll do it myself.
You could argue I’m a little too camera-happy — it wouldn’t be the first time I was accused of being photo-obsessed. Back in my university days (if you recall the dinosaur-era of photography when cameras still had film) my friends would groan every time I pulled out my point-and-shoot. I don’t regret it.
I love capturing and preserving a moment — a memory. And I love looking back and reflecting upon those moments.
Do I need 2000 post-workout sweaty selfies taken from five different angles? Ummm…nooo. BUT, it’s a great way to track my progress and those selfies are a great motivator.
Birthdays and holidays are big celebrations and I happily snap away. But I swear if I didn’t turn the camera on myself, you’d never know I was there.
And you know what? Sometimes it’s just about a feel-good moment. You feel vibrant, your hair and outfit are on fleek and you just want to take a picture because, dammit, you are having an epic day and you want to remember it! Take the selfie!
I will say this, however: as fun and convenient as smart phones are these days for taking pictures, especially selfies, I urge you to please, puh-leeze, capture your special moments on a quality camera, as well. You’ll appreciate this when you get around to printing your photos — in ten years or so…