A Chicago writer I know was galavanting across Europe last month and posting photos of every goddamn Venice gondola ride he took and every three-hour duck-munch he had in Paris. Fuck him.
For the same reason, I don't post copious numbers of photos of my own good fortune on Facebook, unless they at least they might be amusing on a theme other than, "David Murray Is a Lucky Bastard."
So, just from a recent trip to Florida:
I would not post a picture of myself on a boat, looking ridiculously handsome and commanding.
But Scout earnestly blowing up her first whoopie cushion on the couch is in.
Me drinking a massive $16 bloody Mary at Matanzas on the Bay restaurant that includes a lobster tail—that's on the edge.
Some people can't afford to go on vacation—this spring, this year or ever. Some people are on a crushing deadline. Some people's water heater blew up last night while they were sleeping and drowned the furnace and then everything froze.
You know that, right? So if you're going to post your vacation pics, I think you owe it to the permanently or temporarily less fortunate to at least post pictures with entertainment value.
Don't you agree?