Fortunately, I have a wife who does whatever the heck she wants to, regardless of my constant spewings of what is incontrovertibly wrong about the world. I really, despite my strong opinions about things, always wanted to be married to someone who respects me and who listens to what I have to say but who doesn't feel obligated to subscribe to everything I think (or to pretend to). (My experiences in early life, let it suffice to say, have brought me to this point.) I need to
express, but I do not need to control or bully. It could, very well, have come out differently -- again, based on past experience that I don't wish to detail.
This is all a prelude to my writing about something that my wife (who reads my blog every day --
love you, my little cheese-puff!) does participate in that I think is eminently absurd: the "selfie."
Anyway: the "selfie." I just can't help it. No matter how ubiquitous it is now, I can't help but think it an absurd practice. Perhaps it is another step to my not-so-slow alienation from a world in which I am not-so-slowly becoming an elder.
