Today, while I was trying to find a good angle to photograph our fun ceramic dishes and tasty veggie burgers, I thought: ‘Well, screw it. Sometimes it’s just more interesting to have a ‘behind the scenes’ messy shot.’ It’s real – it’s something we can all relate to. In a world of perfect selfies, magazines filled with beautiful, pristine homes, and ads portraying men and women with flawless bodies, it’s sometimes a relief to see what more closely matches our reality.
One of my Facebook friends posted this article about the way people are dating these days and while I find it overall pessimistic, some aspects seemed to ring true: “We don’t tweet 140 characters of sadness when we’re having the kinds of conversations that can make or break the future of our love. This is not what we share. Shiny picture. Happy couple. Love is perfect… Then, we see these other happy, shiny couples and we compare, compare, compare… Measuring up. Good enough. The best…We’ll never be good enough, because what we’re trying to measure up to just does not [exist]. These lives do not exist. These relationships do not exist. Yet, we can’t believe it. We see it with our own eyes. And, we want it. And, we will make ourselves miserable until we get it.”
And, as always, the opposite is true: this article speaks about how “kids are stumbling around with a “aren’t I a beautiful, fascinating mess” attitude that prizes self-imposed ennui and quirky angst over anything, well, productive.” So it goes both ways… romanticizing the perfect as well as the imperfect.
I like the ending of the above link best: “I’m sure she’ll someday look back at this point in her life and wonder what all the fuss was about. Was everything really so fraught and silly? And was the world really as small as she made it seem? Fidgeting around with jobs, drinking too much, staying up too late, dribbling on endlessly about sex and romance, thinking you are the center of everything; this is all the stuff of many people’s twenties.”
“But there’s also working and voting and helping people (I hope) and getting help from people (for sure) and crying and mourning and growing and working some more. That’s all perhaps bigger stuff than fits on an Urban Outfitters book table, and likely unsettles many a neatly crafted worldview. But that stuff is all there, for most or at least many twentysomethings, right now. If only we could get someone to talk about it.”