Snapchat Hypocrite

A few months ago you may recall a piece I wrote titled, “Obligatory Selfie” where I poked fun at people taking selfies as a part of an everyday mundane practice that has currently become socially acceptable.

I recant this piece.  Although I compare the obligatory selfie to yoga pants being accepted as full fledged pants, I have seen the worthiness of an appropriately timed selfie.


Steven Tyler eat your heart out!

Sure, at first I was smug.  Why would a 36-ish something like myself want to have a phone full of pictures of myself?  Who would want them?

Then came an evening spent with my in-laws and niece.  When my sister-in-law and husband stepped outside for a moment, my niece came back into the room with a blanket, we snuggled up together on a bench and she showed me this “new” thing called “Snapchat”.  She snapped a picture and showed me how you can transform yourself into a dog.  Once finding out she and my other nieces were using this app, I immediately signed up to stay in touch with them.

On the way home I was researching how to work snapchat, how to use filters and how in general to “Snapchat”.  Do I take 5 seconds in public by myself to pucker my lips and pose for the camera?  No.  However I do wait till’ I’m on lunch break at work or at home and snap a few selfies to catch up with my nieces, cousins, sister-in-laws and friends.  Only once has anyone been in the break room with me when this was going on, but he was completely aware of what was happening.  I didn’t leave my behaviors an unknown mystery to him like our customers have done in the past.

There is no joy greater than being able to send the ugliest selfie possible to those you love to receive one equally as horrible back.  In fact, there was a fun competition my niece and I had one night.  If you are ever down or feeling blue, this is the best thing ever.  Try to make the goofiest face possible and just hit send.  It is the greatest feeling not caring what you look like because the worse, the better.

Here is an example of one I sent, it’s like Steve Martin meets Frankenstein’s monster.



Or the selfie aptly titled, “I woke up like this…”



However, you want your family and friends to remember you in a good light.  Not to get too dark but one of my worst fears is something bad will happen and they will have to submit a photo to the news for a story. Ensuring it won’t be driver’s license photo, or worse an outdated glamour shot you occasionally have to send them one of you as a butterfly queen. This way the recipients remember you are a real person and won’t be shocked (or disappointed) you don’t have 3 mouths in your face the next time they see you.



What is your favorite “Snapchat” lens or filter?  Why do you gravitate toward that one?


Random Thoughts


When I told my sister -in-law I was off the Facebook horse she asked how she would know when a new Quirky Girl post has been written. Simple. I told her a light would shine brightly in the sky for her but unlike Batman my signal would be more apt…a silhouette of just my glasses. Then again maybe this is not such a good idea. People might think we are signaling Groucho Marx and we all know that isn’t happening. Not only would Groucho probably belittle our little poke at pop cultural phenomena he wouldn’t show up because he has the audacity to be deceased.

If Ferns were capable of having cognizant thought, they could come together and write a script for their own television show called “Fronds”.

If you have landed on this blog expecting pictures of Miley Cyrus dancing, you’ve obviously not spell checked yourself. You were looking for “Diary of a Twerky Girl”.

I have an irrational fear of Neil Diamond. It might have something to do with my former boss blasting his music in the store at decibels no one should have to experience. When his music plays, images of a middle aged gentleman belting out vocals with such gusto to the extent his chest hair pops out of his shirt come to mind. There really can be too much of a good thing, just look at Elvis.

Liberace had some of the coolest bedazzled boots and shoes. Ringo Starr and Steve Martin come in second just because theirs are generally more practical. (Check out their Twitter feed!)

It would be cool if for one day my co-workers and I could talk like Sammy Davis Jr. or Lawrence Welk. However as my co-worker pointed out, we might have to explain the impression in order to exhibit them in front of younger customers.

On the way to work, I have a hard time deciding what song I would sing during my imaginary audition on The Voice. I’m waiting secretly for a follow up show to The Voice called, “The Backup”. The scenario plays out like this; three people get a chance to win and go on tour with the coach of their choice. My odds are better in this version, if I don’t know the words I just mouth the words while the other two contestants sing. Who was off key? No one would be able to figure it out…unless the other contestants don’t know the words either. I really didn’t think this through, scratch this it’s a terrible idea. Nobody would be entertained by trios of contestants silently flapping their gums.

What random thoughts have you had this week?

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