Updated: Oct 24, 2019
If you have ever eaten with a millennial, ever been in a restaurant while a millennial was eating at another table, or have ever been in any public space where millennials and food were coexisting you know: no one is eating shit, until the millennials finish taking pictures!
I’m pretty sure that my mother would have considered that “playing with your food,” and taken away my meal.
I never understood this trend. As a kid in the 1970’s it would never have occurred to me to take a picture of my food. My camera at the time had ACTUAL film in it and each picture had to be paid for to be developed. Film at the time came in rolls of 12, 24 or 36 pictures. Always value-conscience, I bought the 36 meaning it often took months to finish a roll. And when the roll was finally done, I had to get into town to drop the film off at a locally owned pharmacy.
Then go back in a week to pick them up!
It was common when we got our pictures back to be surprised at what was on the roll; having forgotten over the months since we first took the pictures.
The point is, if I had ever had the thought “I should really honor those mashed potatoes for all time with a photographic expression of their beauty,” by the time I actually saw my picture six-months later, the only thing I’d be thinking would be “why the fuck did I take a picture of Aunt Fannie’s plate?”
My father Billy would have never accepted “It’s Insta-worthy!” as an excuse for anything!
No surprise that when confronted with the food-picture craze, the person raised in that environment would have repeatedly asked his daughter, “Panda, why do you need ANOTHER picture of a hamburger?” (While inside thinking “I’m raising an idiot!”)
Well....who’s the idiot now?
I spent the weekend in Columbus with my Buckeye! And nothing has changed since she was nine-years-old: still snapping pictures of her food!
“It’s a hamburger! It doesn’t need to have its portrait taken.” I said, trying to eat my meal.
Turns out I was wrong!