So I was at Fry’s Electronics over the weekend picking up a few things for my latest foray into Nerdville. My 20-something year old daughter was with me, but to save her the boredom of looking at nerd toys and the embarrassment of being seen with her dad, I said she could go look at other things while I browsed in “my” department. We met back up after about 15 minutes and to my great surprise, she said she wanted to show me something. I was taken aback at her enthusiasm. I didn’t think Fry’s carried anything that would be remotely interesting to her.
She walked me across the store to the consumer electronic section and showed me with great excitement . . . . (dramatic pause) . . .. Polaroid instant print cameras.
I felt like the meme above. What year is this? Not only have all of the CDs been replaced with vinyl albums, but now Polaroid cameras are actually popular with the youth.
I said, “Why do you need one of these?”
“It’ll just be fun to have a camera I can use with my friends.”
I thought for a moment that I must be going insane. These words came from the girl that exchanges literally thousands of pictures a year with her friends via Snapchat and Instagram and Facebook.
“You have a camera,” I said. “It’s in your phone.”
“But this one [meaning the Polaroid] is just better.”
“Your phone takes pictures that are literally thousands of times better than that Polaroid.”
“Well, it’s just fun. I’d really like to have one.”
I gazed at the garish monstrosity from yesteryear (redesigned to be sleeker and more colorful and more expensive).
I did some quick math. At roughly $75 for the camera, and $25 for one box of film that takes eight pictures, you’re looking at $100 dollars to take eight low-resolution pictures that smell like a toxic waste dump. I told her that each of those pictures would cost her $12.50 each.
But she would not be dissuaded. She had already entered the Irrational Zone. I just shook my head.
What year is this, indeed!