My two oldest kids now participate in Snapchat. It is the new Twitter. For weeks I called it Snapdog. I don’t know why. Just got it stuck in my head that Snapdog was the name. My kids found that irritating so that’s still what I call it.
With Snapdog (chat), you send a photo of yourself to a friend, or an enemy I suppose, via your cell phone. When they click to open it, they can only view the pic for three seconds and then it disappears.
Presumably, I could take a picture of my privates and “sext” them to some unsuspecting Snapdogger. I figure it would take at least 3 seconds for them to figure out what a close up of that was – not something you see on a daily basis – and then swala – poof – the “proof” is gone. My privates are private once more.
The problem is, for those who are technically savvy, the pics and/or videos, can be found from that vanishing Snapdog spot by simply plugging in the iPhone to a computer and pressing a couple of buttons.
I had 15 girls spend the night last week. If you’re having one or two, why not bring them all?
When one of the 12-year-olds arrived, her mother standing at the door, three other 12-year-olds were standing in the front hall. None looked up. All were holding their phones Snapdogging those who were not in attendance. Perhaps we should have invited them rather than the ones who were there since they didn’t seem to want to talk to each other. Not one welcomed the newcomer – no screams or silly hugs. Not one spoke to her mother. I could have shoved a banana up my nose and danced the Rumba, and not one would have noticed.
Throughout the night, the photos were flying. And every girl who was not invited, although to me it felt like every girl was invited, got to peek in on the fun – that they weren’t having. As an adult with no spouse, I sometimes feel like I’m the only one not spending a weekend evening hanging out with my wife. What a delight it would be to be able to see pictures of everyone else enjoying themselves with their spouses while I sat home alone sending selfies through Snapdog.
I think my girls are smart enough not to send inappropriate photos of themselves through social media. But who knows? Michelle made a bucket list last week – it looked like this:
Michelle’s Bucket List
1. Skinny Dip
Yea – that was numero uno.
I’m gonna take her to a pool this summer and throw her in naked – wanna get that one checked off the list ASAP.
As much as technology has enhanced my life, sometimes I just get the Snapdog Blues. What happened to Hide-n-go-seek? Spin the Bottle? Truth or Dare? Ahh – now those were the days.