But it forces front and center the fascinating sociological phenomenon of the Profile Picture.
I look around the virtual Grand Central Station at all the little square avatars milling there, and I think about the (sometimes conscious, sometimes unconcious) questions people put to themselves as they stare into the virtual mirror every morning:
"How do I see myself today? how do I want to see myself and how do I want to be seen?
Do I want to be a minx, a mother, a grandmother, papa, party girl, dog lover, man of God, poet, cop, soldier, longshoreman?
Do I want to be what I really am now or do I want to be what I wish for or what I am missing?
Do I want to take the form of my own children? My cat? A cartoon? An ancestor?
Am I come-hither, a human invitation? Am I a little wild or am I sensible? Am I hail-fellow-well-met? Am I open? A mystery? Am I innocent, feigning worldliness? Or worldly hiding in innocence? Am I my own youth? Am I psychic pain, personified? Or am I funny and loveable? Do I wear a shroud, or do I wear a smile? And do I show my teeth, smirk, or remain enigmatic? Am I clear, blurry, windswept, in shadow or light-flooded?
Am I technicolor? Moody black & white?
I promise you this, though: I EXIST."
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13 comments:
Exist with boobs, win!
I'd like to have various versions of myself I could select from each morning, but I'm too lazy to take the photos. So I make do with the same tired old picture from 14 months ago. I should at least have a gloomy, miserable face to balance the manically grinning one.
And I'd quite like to be a minx.
OK. xoxox
I have boobs! Ftw!
I agree, you need a morose avatar as well :-)
Your existing is promising!
Mago!! hello my dear
:-)
Mago what about ye mate? still not on Facebook? ach ya know ya want to.
I'm closing out my Google+, Twitter, and Facebook accounts. I can never think of anything interesting to say there.
i hate it when people put their kids as their avatar. my kids are precious but they are NOT me
No way Soren, farcebook is the devil.
Kylie, I've been known to put my daughter in for me, and for quite a while I used my son's hand, but my reason is that they are not me. For privacy's sake I decided when I started on Facebook (was it only four years ago?) that I didn't want my face visible in my avatar.
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