In the Military, if an individual is hesitant or cannot do an expected task, you were labeled as a "Panty Waist". This is the worst shame any ranking person can present you with. Imagine, young men trained to kill and break things, suffering the label of "Panty Waist" because maybe they were slow to jump off a 350 foot tower, hesitant to enter an active Gas Chamber, or . . .I remember an individual in Basic Training who . . . refused to wear boxer shorts.
Now its my task to publicly admit "I may be a Panty Waist", because . . . . .I use my cell phone as a camera, instead of carrying around my real camera. This questionable action isnt hidden in any closet. I, without shame, use it in public, right in front of strange people, I dont even know. Its become a mindless habit which seems to be getting out of control. Last summer I worked as a Security Guard for an Ansel Adams Photo display at an Central Indiana Museum. One evening when all the guests were gone . . . . .I . . . .whipped out my cell phone and took a picture of an Ansel Adams photograph. I can just vision Ansel clenching his fists and yelling curses at me while rolling over in his grave, for not using a real camera.
As part of my daily morning routine, I spend extra time in the bathroom, trying to hide my Panty Waist, by tucking in my shirt tails. Am I bad? Am I the only one who is hesitant or does not want to carry around a real camera in favor of a cell phone? Is the bulge of the cell phone in my pants pocket, better than the bulge from carrying extra batteries for my real camera? Last week, I saw the Editor of our small town newspaper take pictures with her. . .Tablet! Is this the new trend?
I think all this activity, is a valid reason to consume an Ice Cold Adult Beverage and forget about my shame.
Now its my task to publicly admit "I may be a Panty Waist", because . . . . .I use my cell phone as a camera, instead of carrying around my real camera. This questionable action isnt hidden in any closet. I, without shame, use it in public, right in front of strange people, I dont even know. Its become a mindless habit which seems to be getting out of control. Last summer I worked as a Security Guard for an Ansel Adams Photo display at an Central Indiana Museum. One evening when all the guests were gone . . . . .I . . . .whipped out my cell phone and took a picture of an Ansel Adams photograph. I can just vision Ansel clenching his fists and yelling curses at me while rolling over in his grave, for not using a real camera.
As part of my daily morning routine, I spend extra time in the bathroom, trying to hide my Panty Waist, by tucking in my shirt tails. Am I bad? Am I the only one who is hesitant or does not want to carry around a real camera in favor of a cell phone? Is the bulge of the cell phone in my pants pocket, better than the bulge from carrying extra batteries for my real camera? Last week, I saw the Editor of our small town newspaper take pictures with her. . .Tablet! Is this the new trend?
I think all this activity, is a valid reason to consume an Ice Cold Adult Beverage and forget about my shame.