photos of my cat: 10,000,000 but shes so cute! 🥰
“How will you remember all the good times if you never take pictures?”
“With my memory…”
My memory is blank. Unless you show me a photo of me at a place, only then will I remember the event.
as a professional photographer i’ve come to value lived experiences so much more since starting doing photography. on vacations i’ll take a couple of photos of a pretty place or a person (with their consent of course) and then turn off my camera and let myself be in the moment
it saddens me to see people with their phones taking photos of every nook and crany that they’ll probably look at once or twice after, and leave without even having seen the beauty around them with their own eyes
This is also something I (luckily, I like to think) realized many years ago on my first trip abroad by myself (well, I went and met with a cousin of mine who is the same age as me) when I was 19 - when you’re focused on collecting pictures of everything (as he did to a level I jokingly refere to as “photographic diarrhea”), you’re not just living the moment.
Mind you, looking at any of the handful of pictures I made back then does bring me back to the memory of the whole thing (though the wierd details such as how the top floor of the WTC back then - pre 9/11 - was basically a large food court of fast food brands aren’t in the photos), but then again me thinking about it right now does the same.
Gender differences aren’t funny
Why not?
Gender is a social construct and inherently malleable and subjective, which permits infinite diversity. Therefore, all claimed differences are inaccurate stereotypes.
When people talk about gender stereotypes, they’re not usually saying “every man is like this!” or “every woman does that!”
Its more, “here’s a general trend I have seen in this group of people, the majority being categorised neatly within this gender range, amongst this diaspora of people, within this socioeconomic band.”
But people dont explicitly say that, because they assume that others know what they mean.
Yeah and that’s not funny
It can be. Italians expressing themselves through their hands; Germans doing the socks and sandals; Welsh and Arabs having throaty names; Greek beards vs Turkish moustaches; I can go on…
The point where it stops being funny is when it’s actively used to keep said groups down.
But as banter between friends of equal stature? Hilarious.
