RECENTLY, my husband and I were lucky enough to have a short break in a lovely hotel. I took a few photographs during out two-night stay, but, I completely forgot to take a close-up snap of our bare feet, lying side by side on the king size bed.

My family and friends will, I am sure, be very disappointed to find my Facebook site devoid of our feet, because they would no doubt be looking forward to seeing our ten toes against the backdrop of our hotel room.

I’m joking, of course. I would no more likely post photographs of my feet on social media than appear naked in Debenhams’ window. And I would not subject my worst enemy to my husband’s Yeti-like pair.

Yet putting pictures of your feet on Facebook, Instagram or Snapchat is a common form of expression. Samantha Cameron recently used Instagram to post a photograph of her naked feet alongside David’s to mark their 21st wedding anniversary.

The photo - humorously dubbed ‘toe curling’ by one national newspaper - was taken in a hotel room during a Spanish holiday.

In pre-internet days, had anyone passed a photograph of their feet among friends they would have been ridiculed. Even worse, entwined with their partner’s. They would certainly have been seen as a bit weird. So why do we accept, even celebrate, it, now?

Maybe, like posting holiday photos, there is an element of showing off. These photos all have backdrops of fairly plush hotel rooms, with clothing strewn across fancy armchairs, or doors open in the background revealing a roll-top bath or elegant French windows.

I have yet to see a feet picture taken in a grotty bedsit, with damp patches and peeling wallpaper, in the background.

Feet photos are as baffling to me as those people post when they’re out for a meal. “Hey look at this lamb chop and two veg I got at the carvery!” Or maybe it’s a close-up snap of a pile of poppadoms or bowl of olives that someone hopes will go viral.

Why do people think that anyone would remotely be interested in what they ate for their dinner? I wouldn’t want anyone to see how many calories I am consuming every day, nor how unimaginative and repetitive my meal choices are.

Unless it is an emergency I don’t think people should use their mobile phones at the dinner table, let along take photographs of what is on their plate.

I can accept to some extent, that people want to post holiday photos, and, if they are well-taken, I quite enjoy looking at pictures of places I have not visited, but it is the minutiae of people’s lives that the rest of the world don’t need to see.

I agree with neuroscientist and Oxford University professor, Baroness Susan Greenfield who believes that Facebook and Twitter have created a generation obsessed with themselves, who have short attention spans and a childlike desire for constant feedback on their lives.

She says that repeated exposure to social networking sites leaves users with an 'identity crisis', wanting attention in the manner of a toddler saying: 'Look at me, mummy, I've done this.'


I saw a woman the other day taking photos of the shopping in her supermarket basket. She saw me watching and told me that she wanted her friends to see “how good I have been” in buying fresh fruit and veg rather than the usual ready meals.

While it’s all very light-hearted, it’s still unnecessary, and surely taking pictures of all and sundry, and captioning them adds to the stress of the day.

I may be what people commonly call a ‘dinosaur’ but I will never understand it, and I promise that unless I find myself in bed with Bradley Cooper in New York’s Waldorf Astoria, my feet will never appear on social media.