I had a really heavy night on Saturday. I went to three different birthday parties (really uncommon, promise) and toasted at each over lunch, dinner and later that night. I can only imagine how bad I looked by closing time and, luckily, that’s all I’ll ever be able to do. Imagine.
Cameras don’t like me and I’ve tried everything. Flashes wipe my flesh tone and the outcome is something a fanatic might produce in support of the life-beyond-death argument. However, thanks to a Photo Booth app that night, a nostalgic sepia effect kept my colour and even smoothed over my ruddy awful complexion. I think I sighed with relief.
As rare as a solar eclipse, I always get excited when somebody manages to take a good photo of me. It’s usually because I can share it on facebook with my friends (provided they aren’t part of the group allegedly shunning it at the moment.) There are plenty of studies that suggest social networking boosts confidence and people skills and I can well believe it. It’s a great opportunity to put forward the best version of yourself, as well being the perfect playground for cyber-disinhibition.
What disappoints me is that, whilst most social networking promotes self esteem, others are all too happy to unpick it.
I was delighted to think that beautifulpeople.com had been infiltrated by renegades with enough techy know-how to bypass the entry criteria yesterday. Infamously dropping members for ‘gaining holiday weight’ last January, the site only permits forum members that are considered attractive by other users. For the codeheads behind ‘Shrek’ to have gained access was one-up for those continually disappointed with how their photos turn out, reclaiming online societies for all.
However, reports that the hack was a hoax for publicity meant that I didn’t get chance to fly the flag for long. Isn’t it a little crass to gate a community and create a USP, then use those outside the elite as fodder for column inches? Maybe it’s just me.