Am I a Narcissistic Psycho for Putting My Kids’ Pictures on My Blog?
No, really. That’s a real question for you all, not a prelude for me to shout in ALL CAPS for the next 400 words about how everything is OK. I’m wondering if I’ve made a mistake decorating this page with pictures of my still-minor children.
All this comes down to those nasty Stats and Search Engine Terms. Yesterday, I had a (mild) spike in traffic (for those of you with lives and not blogs 😉 that means visitors to my blog page,) and upon closer investigation, it all came from a Google Image Search from Switzerland. Which reminded me that “Boy Playing with Barbie” brings up Big Boy as the 5th top image in Google — at least on my computer since Google and other search engines trick us into thinking the little customized version of the world that they present us is the same for everyone. But it started to creep me out, and leads me to wonder where were my kids’ pics are going, who was looking, and would they end up somewhere weird one day. Its not just creepy deviants — are these photos going into advertising, viral emails, Internet memes? Are their faces going to be Photoshopped into the Joke of the Day at the latest Lumpen Prol Mock Site?
I’m trying to not have delusions of grandeur here. My kids — while they will always remain in my eyes the most beautiful creatures alive — realistically land the middle band of “pleasant” in the attractiveness scale. And Ansel Adams I ain’t (which is probably good because I don’t think he was known for his portraiture.) And I know that “everyone does it,” and with no ill effects so far for the most part. Plus, kid shots are 96% of the photos that I have. It’s them or the tulip, baby.
This has really started to bother me, to the point that I thought about pulling down my blog while I figured it out. However, considering my deep seated aversion to quitting anything even when it sucks, the whole idea of giving up caused me too much anxiety, and I had to write a blog post to calm down. *Sigh* What’s a crazy person to do?
Am I a terrible woman using the likeness of my unsuspecting offspring to attract eyeballs in a feeble attempt to brand myself, never considering the long term damage my profligate posting may be doing? Or am I just a boring old housewife livening up the drab Internet with my random pics of innocence and domestic bliss?
Update! I took Dr. Drew’s Online Narcissism Test and out of a possible score of 40, I got a 4 (the average is 15.) So, I might be crazy, but I’m probably not a Narcissist. I’m going to go think about myself for a while — looks like I’ve fallen down in that area so far….might explain why my idea of me-time is folding laundry.