Two Australian hockey players captured one of the better selfies in Instagram history when Queen Elizabeth peeked into the shot behind them. The queen paid a surprise visit to the 2014 Commonwealth Games in Glasgow, Scotland on Thursday to see a Wales-England hockey match. She arrived early, just as the Australian match was coming to an end, so she hung out and chatted with the Australian players. Players Jayde Taylor and Brooke Peris tried to time their selfie so that the camera would snap just as the queen was walking behind them. The ladies imply that the queen just happened to be smiling in their direction, but I think she was totally trying to get into that shot. Her green outfit even matches theirs! [Kansas City Star, New York Post] [Image via Instagram]
Selfies strike again.
Breanna Mitchell, 18, of Roanake, Alabama, graduated from high school this year. In June, she celebrated this milestone by traveling to Europe with her grandmother and visiting Poland. Like many teens, Breanna documented her trip on social media. Sounds like a great story so far, right? The ugh moment is that Breanna snapped a smiling selfie at Auschwitz, posing in front of nondescript buildings with the caption “Selfie in the Auschwitz Concentration Camp” and a grinning emoticon. Keep reading »
A lot of ink has been spilled about how the proliferation of selfies is a reflection of our culture’s increasing self-absorption and a sign that people are only getting more vain. But taking pictures of yourself regularly doesn’t have to be shallow. For example, meet BeckieO, aka Rebecca Brown, a 21-year-old British woman who took a selfie a day for six-and-a-half years in order to document her struggle with trichotillomania, a disorder that compels her to pull out her own hair strand by strand. Starting in 2007 when she was 14, she amassed over 2,100 selfies, which she then assembled into the video above, in order to show the physical and mental progression of her disorder. The pictures are accompanied by different notes indicating various life moments that occurred during the ups and downs of her disorder, like school exams, new boyfriends and a diagnosis for depression. In some of the photos BeckieO is balding or has very short hair; in others, she wears wigs. There are periods where her hair has been able to grow out a little, before the cycle starts all over again. As BeckieO continues to struggle with trichotillomania, her selfie project goes on too, and she also works as an advocate for others who suffer from the disorder. “Every day is a struggle not to revert back to baldness,” she told the BBC. I admire the bravery it takes to share that struggle — which so many don’t understand — with the world. [Refinery 29]
If social media is becoming too boring of an outlet for your selfies, consider the untapped market that is personalized toast. For a mere $75, the “toast engineers” at a novelty toaster company in Vermont will splice your high-resolution photo into a toaster, forever to be printed on Wonderbread slices of your choice. After all, “you don’t have to be famous or Jesus to have your face on toast!” (Yes, that is an actual thing their website says.)
Is there any greater gift than this in today’s age of widespread narcissism? The company’s goal is to make personalized toast more accessible to us commonfolk, because celebrities shouldn’t be the only ones who get to “create fun breakfast memories” of eating their own faces. Well, I guess toast equality one way to stick it to the one percent. Keep reading »
I take a lot of selfies. You know why? Because I’m fucking adorable. If it bothers you, maybe you should’ve been around in middle school to tell me I was pretty. But you weren’t, and I felt gross, but now I feel hot, so boom! You get a whole lotta selfies.
Look, I could go into detail about how the selfie is an extension of the basic human need to be seen, to be known, and perhaps even to be loved. I could talk about Narcissus, and about the moment when babies perceive that their mirror image is at once them and yet not them. I could go on about self-portraits, and Great Selfies in Art History, and so on and so forth. I could pseudo-intellectualize this bitch for you, but instead I am simply telling you to shut up, because selfies are awesome. Keep reading »
One of the biggest reasons I take pictures on the regular is a fear of forgetting, but as it turns out, all those pictures may be making my memories more likely to go fuzzy. There are so many small, delicious slices of life that I’m afraid will slip away forever or go undocumented somewhere in my head if I don’t snap a quick photo. I worry that I’ll lose perspective on the way I thought and felt during whole chunks of my past, though I suppose we’re all doomed to lose memories to some degree as we get older. What I should do about this is keep more of a written record of things, but instead I resort to the quicker method of taking photos. Thanks to smartphones with cameras and their all-too-easy to access apps like Instagram, Snapchat and Facebook, we’re all falling down a rabbit hole of constant capturing. You know when you go to a concert and everyone is holding their phone up to take a video instead of listening to the live music they paid for? Yeah, I’m pretty sure that wasn’t always normal. Keep reading »
Dr. Arthur K. Zilberstein, a 47-year-old Seattle anesthesiologist, spent so much time sexting that he pretty much forgot to do his job. His medical license was suspended when authorities found out about his ”preoccupation with sexual matters” and the “moral turpitude” he displayed in the workplace. From the looks of it, this guy sexted in the middle of surgery while he was supposed to be putting all his concentration into monitoring his patient’s wellbeing. How, exactly, does one get turned on when a person’s body is cut open on the operating table a few feet away!? Keep reading »
Most Brad Paisley songs include at least one shoutout to the joys of a cold beer. This is ostensibly why the Westboro Baptist Church (AKA the “God Hates Everyone” people) showed up to picket his concert in Kansas this weekend. Because God hates drunks, didn’t you know? Brad decided to make the most of the zany zealots’ presence by posing for a bemused selfie with them and posting it on Twitter. “Hopefully they can hear the show out here,” he wrote. “We’ll play loud.” Oh Brad, never change.
Did you feel a subtle but undeniable shift in the balance of the universe last night? We all did. That’s because approximately 9 hours ago, Backstreet Boy AJ McLean took to Instagram to issue a challenge to the king of undressed selfies, James Franco. He posted the photo above, along with the following message: Keep reading »