These things are not necessarily mutually exclusive.
Is it just me that doesn’t like appearing in my own photos?
Whenever I go out, I never feel the need to take a picture with my ugly mug grinning like an idiot in front of some landmark. I get behind the camera and take a picture of what I want to have a picture of. I don’t need pictures of myself, I know what I look like. I want pictures of things I won’t get to see or things that are rare and unique, my face is none of those things.
Most of my vacation photos do not have me in it, but that doesn’t reduce the memories of the things I did take pictures of. And I cannot conceive of a situation where I’ll have to prove I was at someplace. Maybe everyone who takes selfies are afraid they’ll be accused of murder someday and need an alibi
No, that’s good. When people hand me their cameras to take a picture of them, I run off as fast as I can.
Just the other day I wound up with a really nice Nikon that way.
Me am SDMB member! Me no understand and me no like normal human customs!
Why take picture of meself at interesting place? It make me angry!
Also, me hate sports and no understand why anyone do anything that me no like to do! Me think something wrong with others who no have my preferences!
I don’t take selfies, but I must get one of these selfie sticks and start. Provoking the irrationally self-righteous is something of a hobby of mine.
Yeah - if you want to look cool, use an iPad.
Megatron agrees selfies are retarded and I agree with Megatron that the selfie generation is disappointing.
I find it funny that people think I’m the worst kind of self-important asshole who is unable to live in the moment because I took a picture of myself at a football game and sent it to my mom.
I think vacationing people get a total pass on the selfie. It’s people taking a photo of themselves just everywhere, especially in their own bathroom that are doing ‘selfies’. Vacationing people are just taking vacation photos.
Now I don’t like appearing in photos, that is why I took up photography, to be on the other side of the camera. But I don’t like a vacation photo of a building without a person that is traveling with me in the shot. I’m documenting my trip and who I was with not just what I saw.
Now this part of the OP
Is the fact that they were 'far-eastern origin bothering you for some reason? Only English people should be there? I wonder what your reaction would have been if the tourists were obviously German.
Did you use a camera on a stick? If not, you aren’t the worst.
I don’t think anyone could take a selfie stick into the stadium – or at least it would be more trouble than it’s worth.
Yeah, don’t feel bad. You’re just the second worst.
Well, that’s better than nothin’, I guess.
I don’t have any problems with selfies but I do think the selfie stick is retarded.
You can cram that one up your arse as far as it’ll go. Maybe it’ll startle you into better reading comprehension.
The reason for me mentioning their background should be evident from from my post. Had they been German I’d have thought it tackier still, it should be very obvious why.
As long as they stay out of my way, me no give flying fuck.
On one hand, selfie-sticks seem to be the new Bluetooth ear piece as far as douchbag accessories go. On the other hand, maybe the OP hates selfies because he/she is just ugly.
No fair, the fallacy of the excluded middle.
I don’t believe I’m saying anything that we haven’t all thought from time to time.
I’ve been looking at some old pictures of my dad when he was on vacation in Spain, about ten years ago. There’s him at the aqueduct in Sevilla. There’s him at the palace in Madrid. There’s him at the old fort in Barcelona.
Now, if I wanted to, I could go see the aqueduct at Sevilla tomorrow. And it would look pretty much exactly the same as it has for the last two thousand or so years. I cannot, tomorrow, go and see my dad, because he died last month. I certainly can’t go and see him before the disease that eventually killed him robbed him of the ability to walk, or thinned out his hair, or etched permanent pain lines in his face, or gave him an expression of constant exhaustion despite sleeping as much as eighteen hours a day.
Really, the only thing that makes the aqueduct in those pictures remotely interesting is knowing the emotional context they held for my dad - who loved ancient history, and grew up in Spain. Seeing him there, at a place he loved, with people he loved, genuinely and unreservedly enjoying his life for what turned out to be one of the last times before his long, slow descent into the grave is infinitely more valuable to me than a pile of rocks put up by a bunch of dead Italians.
Which is, I guess, mostly a round-about way of me say that you’re a fucking moron who lacks even the most tenuous understanding of human emotion and motivation.
That may be so, would that others displayed such self-awareness and discretion.