Since when did growing up become one big fashion shoot?
At some playgrounds and birthday parties, every child seems to come with their very own paparazzi — who are also their parents or grandparents, and who also seem determined to record Every. Single. Moment.
Instead of interacting with other kids, these unfortunates are being conditioned to smile, pose and pretend for the ever-present camera. Maybe it’s some misguided effort to catch every pivotal moment so nobody ever forgets and it’s there forever. But does a photo still exist if nobody ever looks at it? And nobody cares?