I’m listening to a professor who teaches on adolescence and girlhood describe what happens to identity in a culture of selfies posted on social media. She argues that once we post something–a picture of ourselves for example–we then become objects to ourselves. We’re observing a distanced self, one that we create and manage for an audience.
Split apart like this, we’re living a strange and mediated life–one always understood in light of an audience, one always made instead of lived.
I wonder what’s happening to us. I wonder how to guard against a crafted life, even as I write this blog that I know an audience reads every day.