I’ve had this ritual of cooking and watching celebrity entertainment programs for as long as I can remember. There’s something oddly therapeutic about listening to Lindsey Lohan’s latest fiasco or what the stars are wearing around town while I’m sautéing my tofu and vegetables. Don’t judge.
Last night I turned on The Insider to catch a report of the latest hashtag craze–#aftersex–which apparently is sweeping the nation. And by “sweeping the nation,” I mean becoming very popular among a crowd who clearly lacks a filter or a desire to function in the real world (you know, that thing that happens off the internets). The idea is to take a postcoital selfie photo, and if you do a search for images (which I clearly did as uhm, research for this blog post), you’ll come across a variety of pictures depicting couples steaming up showers, tonguing in bed, and–my personal favorite–sniffing their fingers. Because, classy.
Look, I am a blogger and have definitely written a post or two that may have left readers craving a cigarette and a cold shower. And it is every bit a part of my social footprint. With the exception of Bryan, every person who has ever appeared on my blog has been given a false name and I’ve tried as hard as I can not to incriminate anyone in a way that may affect them later on in life. Because you just never know.
The idea that the “aftersex” hashtag is now trending and becoming so wildly popular makes me wonder where it will end. Maybe soon we’ll start videotaping our first dates or mothers giving birth. Or maybe we’ll just set up a camera in our honeymoon suite?
I hate to sound judgmental, because I could seriously care less about what you do in the bedroom. But maybe we should just keep it there.
What are your thoughts on the #aftersex selfie? Also, does the accompanying photograph get you a little hot and bothered, too? Meooooow.