Food Porn

At some point in the ongoing life of Facebook, someone decided it was a great idea to post a picture of what they had for dinner. The presentation, the yumminess of it, the venue – all were just too irresistible not to share with SOMEONE. From there, a new age exploded – the food pic age. We drooled, we were envious, we begged for the recipe, we wanted the name of the restaurant. The pictures were endless – juicy, spice-laden steaks; meats smothered with fill-in-the-blank reductions, exotic desserts buried under a mound of sweet, sticky, gooey sauces. Food pics were taken on cruises, tropical islands, or simply the local pub.

Then, one day, someone decided that it wasn’t such a good idea to post pictures of food. Because, why post pictures of your food when you can post REAL pictures? Suddenly, food pics weren’t cool anymore. They became the butt of everyone’s jokes.

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Why? Because somewhere along the way, the idea that the age of “me” was upon us and food porn was simply used as a way to portray an image of one’s self that may not be authentic. Whatever.

I’ve simplified it here, I know. But a little blog like mine isn’t the place to go on about social norms, social psychology (although if you catch me out in public and want to talk about that, I will totally geek out over it), or peer pressure, in general.

I’m just going to keep on posting my foodie pics, my flower pics, my dog pics, and my balcony pics because they make me happy. And when I see them pop up in my memories a year from now, I’ll remember that quiet and peaceful evening when I was drinking a good glass of wine, listening to soothing music, and creating dinner while sneaking small bits of chicken to my dog.

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