All the social networking, selfies, me-first nonsense started with this guy:

When Philippe Kahn rushed his wife to the hospital to give birth in 1997, he had his camera, his laptop, his phone, and his soldering iron (which just happened to be in the car with his other tools). He wanted to share pictures of the new baby with family and friends immediately, but there was no internet connection in the delivery room. So he spent the labor time figuring out how to send a picture through his phone.

The result was the world’s first camera phone. Because 2,000 people got to see Sophie the day she was born, we now have selfies, Instagram, and citizen journalism.

In 2016 Time Magazine included Kahn’s first camera phone photo in their list of the 100 most influential photos of all time.

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  1. Leonard Jones says:

    Just don’t show me the crotch shots with the gaping dilated vergina, blood, slime
    and afterbirth! The female sex organ is a work of art that men have been chasing
    since the dawn of man, but there are limits. A few decades back, while switching
    through the UHF channels, I came across a spread eagle crotch shot on display
    on KCET the local PBS station.

    Needless to say, it caught my attention! What happened next nearly caused me to
    lose my lunch. Trust me, fellas there is a reason men were traditionally excluded from
    these events! Watching a live birth is not for the squeamish, in fact, it could quite possibly
    put men off to the point of never wanting to see another pussy. It would take a lot of
    effort for most men to even think about wanting to plant his face in another one!
    It took years of looking at the snooch over over at Soylent’s Blog for me to fully recover.

    If your wife insists on subjecting you to a scene out of an 80’s slasher film, try and reason
    with her. Tell her you to love her too much to see her in such pain and discomfort. Tell
    her you are not comfortable with the sight of blood and other bodily fluids.

    Hit your smartphone and find the closest bar (Preferably a sports bar) to the hospital
    and call that the (waiting room.) HOLY SHIT, I just had a stroke of genius! Set up
    a national chain of pubs within walking distance to hospitals and call them The
    Waiting Room. I will sell franchises and have 50″ flat screens all over the place
    with every sport imaginable, escept sissy sports like soccer and curling. We will
    also have full seasons of Married: With Children, Unhappily Ever After, and
    The Man show running at all times.

  2. Eskyman says:

    You’ve convinced me, LJ! Soon as I can find a femme to knock up, I’ll be patronizing your establishment!

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