I’ve been having some really interesting conversations around authenticity with my wife for about a week. (Our house is where the party is. Every. Single. Night.)
It all started when we saw someone’s instagram photo of a “typical Sunday morning” — a picture of a New York Times and latte, all with a filter that implied the person was a professional photographer.
I snarked: “I bet she’s single and lonely, and the reason the paper is folded on the table is because she’s online looking for a date.”
When it comes to sharing, I’m no different.
I’d much rather share this: [Read more…]