It wasn't even a recent picture. In fact, it was from when I was a teenager. Back then, I lived a life much different than how I live now. Let's just say I loved to party. The picture captured me in the full throes of a major party. It was not something I wanted most of my friends list to see; not my former students, not my boss and colleagues, not my pastor, and especially not my mother. I quickly untagged it, wishing that old friends couldn't pop back into your life with such disregard for your feelings. I felt somehow violated.
Also yesterday, I received the first photos from a session Teenaged Daughter had with a photographer friend of mine in a nearby city. I thought and still think they are very nice. Here they are:
I added them to my Facebook and tagged them back to her so she could have record of them, too. Almost as soon as I hit Done Tagging, I heard her feet zipping down the hall towards me. "Untag me! Untag me!", she said urgently, a stricken look on her face.
I was baffled. "Why?"
"I don't want my friends seeing me acting like I think I'm a model! It's so embarrassing!"
Reluctantly, I untagged her. I shook my head little, trying to figure it out.
But, in the long run, I guess we all want a little control over our images and how they're displayed, whether they are ancient ones from our past or attractive ones from our present.
What do you think about tagging in this heyday of social media?