Selfies

Can someone explain to me the facebook phenomenon of very attractive women who constantly think that it is interesting to take a photo of themselves more or less every day! 
Their hair is immaculate, the dress, invariably trendy, the eyes wide and made up and the lips.....well the lips are pushed out in a cupid's bow or suction plunger pout......every friggin day the same pose is posted to a group of adoring fans who simper and titter lines like " You're so pretty" or " adorable!" 
I guess if one is half arsed or indeed over awed by the beauty of the selfie at least you can click the "like " button to confirm that the pout is indeed something of note, but I just don't get it!
I was talking about all this with a girl from work the other week but instead of getting an explanation to this " selfie self promotion all she did was to say without any guile whatsoever
" Isn't that something you do everyday with your blog? Blogging is a selfie's for writers who love to be read"
The remark took me back just a little as in some way the girl was absolutely right. Isn't blogging just another way of saying " look at me I'm lovely" or perhaps more realistically " look at my writing, it's lovely- I'm too lumpy for a photo selfie"
Whatever the answer, I did smile at myself last night when I posted an uncharacteristic comment of " nice dress" beneath the hundreth photo of pouting red lips and cleavage as long as your arm.
I looked at what I had written.......and reminded myself that I do have a sense of  humour before adding " shame about the face"

Anyhow enough of all this. The Prof is presently lying on the couch in his best Blanche DuBois pose.
He is covered by a blanket and is indeed looking post viral and pale, but has managed to eat a small plate of sausage, mash and greens as well as a dainty portion of bread and butter pudding with custard. I'll light the fire shortly, bung him a cup of tea then I'll take the dogs out.
I'm typing this in the kitchen as he's watching some awful dating show where 30 screaming women are paraded in front of some overly trendy man in order to get a snog or a shag or fame or whatever, It has just come to me that most of these screaming harridans are just the type to post selfies everyday on facebook.....  But hey ho.....

What I wanted to watch is the celebrity Great British Bake Off  programme, you can't beat Mary Berry on a Sunday afternoon. I watched the first one the otherday and have to share with you all that I suddenly had a guilty man crush on the politician Ed Balls, who found himself struggling to cope with a mountain of sponge cake........Ed Balls! How strange is that!

Who is Your  guilty crush?
Answers on a postcard please...........

Mr Balls