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We live in a world with no option of anonymity, especially if you’re well-ensconced in a photo-happy group like I am. Everything – EVERY. SINGLE. THING. – you do is documented by someone, and in most cases, by MANY someones. We’re becoming our own virtual paparazzi, following each other around with cameras because really, someone, at some time, will make a funny face. And we want you to have evidence of it even if you can’t remember it in the morning.

We’re a considerate paparazzi, we really are.

With the ability to tag all of these debauched photos, it’s very easy to create groups of pics to see more of the story; search on a common tag and you’ll be able to see what the group found to be important, whether it was you riding a giant-sized rocking horse or strutting a catwalk in a giant foam hat. The only problem with this, however, is that while a picture is worth a thousand words, those words don’t always get strung together to form the entire story. Pieces are missing, assumptions often get made, and sometimes the photo doesn’t really represent what was actually happening. For those of us who were there, this isn’t a problem; (for the most part) we remember what happened, who said what and did what and why we were so inclined to go on a smooching spree. For others, though, who weren’t there, insinuations ensue. It’s no different than the REAL paparazzi snapping pics of your favorite celebrity hand-in-hand with someone; next thing you know, it’s on the cover of Star magazine with a "Who’s Her New Boy-Toy?" caption emblazed on the cover.

Living across the country from many of my friends, they go to my website to check out what I’m up to, probably because I’ve been a crappy emailer as of late; in doing so, however, they inevitably click on my Flickr badge or a photo that I’ve posted and start to peruse. Without fail, I’ll get an email about one photo or another; they want to know where I got that dress, where I was when I put the camera in my cleavage (which time?) and who the squeeze of the week is. Because, to them, if you show up in multiple photos with the same person (especially if he/she is a newer entry to your photostream) there MUST be something going on. Insinuations run rampant when your life is documented on the Interweb.

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