Beloved comedienne and one-half of your dream ‘I have two moms’ coupling, Amy Poehler, has gone on the record concerning her disdain for your secret favourite pastime, The Selfie, likening extended-arm self-portraits to self-indulgent performance art, a comparison which is only okay if you’re actually a self-indulgent performer named Beyoncé and not okay when your name is Shane Warne.
“Don’t expect to be voyeuristically peeking at backstage and after-party selfies of Poehler on the night of the Golden Globes,” write Paper in an interview given to pay tribute to the magazine’s late theatre critic Tom Murrin, a performance-art pioneer.
“The amount of Instagram selfies seems crazy out-of-control,” [Poehler] says. “The idea of, ‘This is my face and everyone needs to see it all the time,’ is so far from the privacy that people used to seek. Now everyone acts the way ’80s performance artists used to act. Everybody’s Karen Finley. Everybody’s like, ‘This is my vagina! I’m gonna put shit all over me and take pictures!’
“When I was a kid, you’d go to a party or a punk rock show and you’d have fun, and you’d bring a camera, and you’d take pictures, and those pictures would stay inside the camera,” continues Poehler. “Pictures were an addition to the experience. Now the picture is the experience. If I’m hanging out with a friend, and they take a picture of me, it’s like ‘Ugh.’ I mean, I hate looking at pictures of myself. It immediately takes me out of the experience.”
Should Poehler’s #nofilter derision of selfies do nothing to deter you from your next self-inflicted close-up – and should you require such a thing – here’s our handy guide to taking your #quichest selfie to date.
via Paper, H/T Vanity Fair
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