I’m writing it here first, folks. Have you seen the Selfie Sticks? They’re embarrassing. I stood in line last week in Scotland waiting to go into the Palace of the Holyroodhouse in Edinburgh and I watched a woman make a fool of herself…to me at least. She stood with her trusty selfie stick that I am officially calling the Narcissi-stick and took twenty pictures of herself, fish lips and all. You heard it here first; I’m renaming them here officially to Narcissi-sticks.
Narcissus, in Greek Mythology was the hunter from Thespiae who was known for his beauty. It became his downfall because when he saw his own reflection in a pool of water, he was rendered helpless. So enchanted was he with his own reflection that he could not move and it caused him to drown. His fixation with own reflection was his utter and complete downfall.
I would venture to say that the Narcissi-stick is the same thing. It’s embarrassing. Other people can see you. It’s bad enough when you’re in your own bathroom making that face into your phone. Later, when you’re scrolling through the plethora of pictures you took of yourself, I would like to say that I am the woman in the background of your shots, laughing her head off at your narcissistic tendencies.