A couple of months ago, Russell Streur, the editor of an online litereary magazine called The Camel Saloon, asked me to do a photographic essay of my native land, the Texas Panhandle. To say I was shocked at the invitation is a great understatement. He made the request at the same time he agreed to publish two of my poems and based only on a single shot I’d taken of a crossroads on Hwy 207.
I took the request not as a statement about any sort of photographic talent I might have (which is slim and none), but as proof that the beauty of the Panhandle is recognizable even when captured by an amateur. So, I agreed. Even though I had no idea how to go about it. A professional photographer friend said, “Just carry your camera around with you everywhere you go,” which turned out to be the best advice and is exactly what I did.
So, here’s my issue with this video that’s getting all the glowing press (aside from the fact that the song itself is rather insipid):
The “heroine” is an anorexic blonde who is too superficial to see the Good Guy inside the “Monster” until he saves her from 3 real monsters while she bobs around on 5 inch stilettos, totally unable to take care of herself.
Is this who we want to be? Is this who we want our daughters to be? Is this who we want our sons to long for? Is this who we are to the point that this is considered “heart melting”?