“And, on the other hand, adults are, well, just as narcissistic as those who are ten-plus years younger than them. I mean, hi, I make my living publishing my thoughts on the Internet, and much like the majority of my professional colleagues — and some who joined in on the sharing of Selfies at Funerals, primarily on Twitter and Facebook — I am in desperate need of a visible and widely recognized byline. There isn’t much of a difference, in my eyes, between a 14-year-old posting a picture of him or herself on Instagram and a 30-something in Brooklyn publishing movie reviews and political commentary or a young Manhattanite writing personal essays about life in New York City. Let’s not pretend this Tumblr is proof that there were simply more narcissists born after 1995.
Meanwhile, there’s the uncomfortable practice of judging people and their grieving practices. Look, I happen to hate it when a celebrity dies and then everyone I know rushes to Twitter to compete with each other for who can be the saddest. How many people in my Instagram feed posted pictures of Lou Reed on Sunday? So many. How many of them had a personal relationship with the man? None. But there was an underlying narcissism on display in their performance of grief: “This famous person I didn’t know meant so much to me.” Just because they weren’t posting a selfie holding a vinyl copy of Transformer doesn’t mean it wasn’t a tad bit self-serving.”