Society really, really needs to know this stuff …
I was patiently awaiting my train the other morning. I’d missed my usual by mere, awkward-running, boob-bouncing, stupid-looking seconds.
Which is irrelevant really, because even when I disembark the shower, dry my hair, add some makeup to my face and dress in nice stuff, I still look like I could use a bit of a makeover.
So awkward-train-missing-running doesn’t really impact upon the look much.
The next train did arrive. It even stopped at the station. Better still, I had managed to find myself standing pretty much in the spot where an entry point stopped.
A man, tradie looking, mildly scruffy but not offensively so, stepped forward.
He opened the door, stood back and gestured for another lady and I to enter first. He ensured we both had seats before choosing one himself.
I made sure to thank him, because I’ve heard far too many stories of men being abused and accused of being sexist, chauvinistic, and/or misogynistic for very similar behaviours.
I just thought it was nice.
I reflected, in that moment, about the poor man, embarrassing the fuck out of himself by taking a selfie with a life-sized cardboard cut-out of Darth Vadar in a large department store somewhere in Melbourne.
I was met with a flash of inspiration!
I could take a photo of this man, put it up on all the social mediums, and let everyone know what he did!
That would show everyone.
Except that I do have some morals (I know, I know, shut up!) and one of my “things” is about not posting images of people without their express permission. You may notice that in many of the pics I post, aside from events I’m at, are somewhat devoid of background crowds. I make a very strong point of capturing moments without the unwitting inclusion of others.
Also, please don’t fucking walk in front of me when you can see I’m trying to take photos. Yeah, you’ve almost ended up on social media for different reasons, but I’m far too ethical to do it.
There were a couple of builders a few months back who stopped to help a school kid whose chain had come off his bike. I nearly photographed them, too, to spread the word about their behaviour.
I didn’t then either.
I still find it incredible that others will so willingly take a photo of someone, spread it around all manner of ways, complete with utterly slanderous and unqualified comments.
Even if suspicious, most – not all, but most – of the suspicion rests entirely in the mind of the suspicious, only to be fuelled by the subsequent actions they choose to take. Like a contagion, it affects those who come across it, or whom it is willingly shared with.
Fortunately, some of us are immune to this invasive, society destroying virus.
I don’t think I’d ever do it, but I do wonder what would happen if we did start taking pics of the nice things people did, or just of people who did nice things, and spread that word.
What do you think?