Posted on Wednesday, February 17, 2010
in Family, Rantings
You know the way ‘they’ say that some African tribes intensely dislike having their photographs taken for fear a bit of their souls are taken with them? I know exactly how they feel.
It’s a clever ploy that’s happened several times since Puppychild started school… professional photographers sneak into the building in the dead of lunchtime and snap a few quickies without warning, then they send a blackmail letter home with the kid later that day.
You have one week to pay the sum of €17.50 for a print of our photograph. If you want to see it alive, please view the school’s notice board.
I got a letter like this last week, and took the bait. Sure enough, there was a group photograph of Puppychild and her classmates, sitting angelically in a row outside the main door of the building.
It got to me that nobody had asked my permission to take that picture, or at least warned me about it so that I could have given her hair a pre-emptive brush. It suddenly struck me that if I didn’t pay for this photograph, somebody else would get at it and could potentially do strange and unimaginable things with it. I felt compelled to give these bastards my coal money, just to save my daughter’s soul.
It also occurs to me that there is now a negative somewhere in someone’s studio with my kid on it, and no amount of cash can get it back. I’m highly bloody un-nerved by this.
I will be giving these people an envelope containing €17.50 in exchange for my daughter’s soul. If they had asked for €190 for a print-off the size of a postage-stamp, I’d probably still consider paying for that, too. I feel invaded.
Clever soul stealers.