cool is king.

When Brent and I were first married we supervised the high school youth group at our church. One of the things that was required of us was that we sign a covenant agreeing to a multitude of things. Most notably (and most memorably) we had to agree to “keep tune with youth cultures.” This was hilarious to me because I was all of 20 years old at the time. Brent was the oldie, at 25. Keeping tune with youth cultures didn’t seem to be a difficult task as 20-somethings. I may have been a overall-wearing, turtleneck-sporting kindergarten teacher but I could belt out some Destiny’s Child on the drive home like nobody’s business.

Fast forward 10 years later and all of a sudden Destiny’s Child has a grandchild and I find that only half of the artists featured on the Grammy’s are even vaguely familiar. It’s a good thing my covenant has expired because I’m afraid I’ve failed it miserably. I mean, I may own a couple pairs of skinny jeans and occasionally recognize a song on the radio (long after it has become mainstream) but I’m a far cry from “keeping tune with youth cultures”. I’m certainly not the king of cool that my upcoming college graduate friend Jake is.*

So when it comes to teaching my children the art of cool, I’m at a loss. I do however scan Facebook enough to know that there is one skill a child of the two thousand teen’s absolutely must have.

And that is…

the ability to pose for a really great self portrait. (well, we’re still working on the “really great” part.)

(Although we’ve got the pouty lips down pat.)

It seems to me that you can’t possibly be a teenager in this day and age without photographing yourself at least daily. And plastering the results all over the internet.

So we’re starting the kids out early with iPhone shots on a regular basis. We can’t let these kids flounder. Their entire identity and cool factor depends on us. What will become of them if the world doesn’t know what they look like? And how will the world know what they look like if they don’t remind the world (and themselves) at least daily?  And besides, Ephraim has to have something to put up on www.ephraimcobb.com when the time is right.

So here’s to keeping tune with youth cultures. And teaching our children the fine art of shameless self promotion.

* Jake is our neighbor Billy’s son who has recently come out of the closet as a blog reader. He lambasted me for never dropping a mention of him on my blog. So here you go Jake. May this  go down in history as the day I dubbed you the king of cool.

Jessica WFebruary 14, 2012 - 7:08 am

Hilarious!

Stacey TFebruary 14, 2012 - 9:18 am

LOVE this post. So funny and true. Just make sure you tell Sarah what NOT to take pictures of and post on the internet (or send via cell phone)! =)

The King of CoolFebruary 14, 2012 - 10:01 am

So I guess I’ll start commenting now! ha! Loved it.

ChristiFebruary 15, 2012 - 1:38 pm

Just to make sure you’re in the know, pouty lips = duckface. Check out http://antiduckface.com/
🙂

JenniferFebruary 16, 2012 - 1:31 pm

Don’t forget that you’re suppose to take a picture of yourself in the bathroom mirror so that the picture shows you taking the picture! (I don’t get it…guess that proves I’m totally at a loss about youth culture.)

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