Not too long ago I took my first selfie. I figured out how to take a front-facing photo, maximize my arm extension, and include my friend and the concert-stage backdrop in the frame. I uploaded the photo and self-consciously attached a series of hashtags, most of which pointed out that I never take selfies because, as everyone knows, selfies are terrible. That people snap photos of themselves for the rest of the world to see reeks of entitlement, self-obsession, and boredom. Right now on the Internet, billions of lonely little images are floating in the cloud, a steady stream of self-aggrandizement.
No matter the amazing backdrop in each—say, the Eiffel Tower or the Grand Canyon—what’s most amazing is the fixed point in every photo: me. Wherever you go, there I am, an image on your screen, waiting for your likes and comments. I’ll take anything, as long as you respond.
And that may provide a clue into selfies’ enduring popularity.
‘So They Will Know Who I Am’
Consider that the selfie has been around for a long time. Artists such as Rembrandt, Leonardo, Goya, and Cezanne all painted self-portraits, and even many of the oldest cave paintings are of the painters themselves. Yet we rarely think of these self-portraits as self-aggrandizement.
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Giulietta’s restaurant has been wildly successful, not in spite of her illness but because of it. She desperately needs other people, ...1