Been feeling this a lot lately. Actually, since the beginning, but especially in a week I didn't post a single thing:
Do I post too much? I whisper with friends. You'll tell me, won't you, if I ever cross the line? The postmodern equivalent of trusting people to let you know your fly's open.It is not only ours.Quoth a stranger of her kindergartner naked on the toilet: "Bittersweet! My baby's last day in diapers!" Quoth a relative alongside a photo of her perfectly coifed daughter: "All For Her. Only Her. Always Her. All Ways Her." My personal favorite accompanies a photo of a teenage girl: "Stop growing!" (Meaning... Die!?) What is being put on display? Whose is it to put forward?
