I was on the edge of America with my parents when the mood struck.
Staring across the Rio Grande from the Sabal Palms Bird Sanctuary I thought about how silly the boundary was, how the river was nothing more than a river that humans assigned special meaning to for no reason other than to mark territory.
Oh and I thought about taking a selfie.
I had recently been trying to use Instagram more for photo uploads in an effort to make it seem like I’m not this boring old dude that doesn’t know how to use filters.
And in this day and age, being hip and using filters means using hashtags.
I quickly realized this was my first opportunity to use, for the first time, that hallowed hashtag above all others: the #selfie.
So as I plopped myself down looking north into the lens and at my reflection in my phone, I had already decided this would be my fine ascension into the world of #selfie stardom.
It was then that my mom offered to take the picture for me.
I declined and told her I was taking a selfie. She laughed and said she knew what a selfie was, assuring for me that the term has permeated my generation to the point that my mother knows what it is. Continue reading