...seems to be the fad of the day, with just about everyone but me living out fantasies of meaningful reconnections and spit-polished lives. Yes, I called it "Fake Book" because, in my jaded way, that's what I believe it to be.
Case in point, the pictures. Nobody, and I mean nobody, posts a picture of their true selves. Instead, they post only the very best pictures that have ever been taken. In some cases, dare I say, photo shopped dream shots which don't display the following:
bald spot, nose hair, crows feet, dangling ear lobes, bloodshot eyes, gray roots, adult acne, stained crooked teeth, fat butt, pasty white skin, sagging breast... OK, you get it.
So in a conversation I recently had with Caryn Kirk, she threw down the gauntlet. "If your so sure that's what people do, then why don't you take a lousy photo of yourself and post it", she said. And of course, as is common with Caryn, her suggestion was brilliant. And so the post, "I Welcome Your Comments", below. I have even inspired to post a few more, showing an end of the spectrum rarely seen... the worst of my reality. And if "Fake Book" displays the best, I imagine that we are all somewhere in between.
Do you have the guts? I dare you.