This is an actual portrait of me. I’ve been living a lie on the internet as a 25-year-old pan-Asian woman, I’m actually a middle-aged Irish lounge singer from the ’70s. It was nice knowing you all.
What is the appeal in #ThrowbackThursdays? Why is so enthralling to comb through old photos and see how far we’ve come and look at past memories with a particular fondness? Why is nostlagia so hypnotic and inviting? I found myself in a good 20 min deep dive into old photos after encountering these mac booth selfies:
I remember in uni, I loved taking mac booth selfies. Maybe this was ‘cos I didn’t have an iPhone back then, I had a crappy Sony smartphone that – shocker – did not have a front-facing camera. I hardly ever shared selfies of myself, maybe on a “secret” tumblr and on the short-lived dailybooth. But I took mac selfies as a way of private, fun me-time. I like that one of my fave poses was with my mac on my bed and me, sitting on the floor, taking a photo. You can see my messy room in the background. I don’t think I can pull off bangs anymore. I feel more comfortable with glasses now. Fuck, I’ve had these glasses for three years now. I need new ones.
I want to write everyday. I don’t want to procrastinate on making decisions. I want to be better with my finances. I want to watch my diet. I want to be an honest and brave individual. I like that I stay in an entire weekend binge watching Netflix and feel okay about this. I’m 25. I don’t like that I still beat myself over small mistakes I make at work. I want to be better at my job. I want to be a better friend and daughter. This has gotten very personal, so here’s a pop culture reference.