I'm working at future shop the other day when I have to make a detour through the digital imaging department - in other words, an area filled with camera displays. Row upon row of moderately expensive cameras, fawned upon by moderately wealthy yuppies.
As I cut through that swath of men wearing scarves and women with expensive knee-high boots, I couldn't help but notice that digital imaging seemed to be filled with an abundance of attractive people. And I couldn't help but compare that abundance of attractive people to the rather unpresentable folk who crowded the audio department - unshaven, self-obsessed sound snobs who would shrivel up under any form of natural light. And the customers were just as bad!
Just for a moment, I dreamt about becoming a camera salesman. I dreamt of slyly winking at the numerous women folk as I spoke of shutter speeds, tripod mounts, and exposures. And some other, less interesting, crap about cameras.
One of those super attractive women had just used one of the demo cameras... to take a picture of her feet. It took all my willpower to refrain from saying "dude, can't you at least wait until you get home to do that!?"
You see, I have never understood this ritual. And apparently, I'm not the only one.
I have nothing against feet. While I'm far from a foot fancier, I have absolutely no problem with a girl rocking the sandals. In fact, I've even kissed a foot or two in my time. What bugs me about the photos are the pure cliche of it all!
Self foot photography is the equivalent of a guy playing stairway to heaven on a guitar. Or an author naming his novel after a line from the bible. Or a dancer doing the macarena.
Ladies - this is something you do when you're thirteen, and then feel embarrassed about when you're twenty one. This is not something you do in your late twenties, in a crowded future shop showroom, for all the world to see. I mean, if you want to take a photo of a body part, I can think of at least five different parts I'd rather see first.
(Yeah, I went there. Sorry.)