It seems that mobile phones equipped with digital cameras (and stand-alone versions alike) have allowed everyone to become the star of their own reality show, one where every moment—from enjoying a morning cup of coffee to a play-by-play of a tropical vacation—is documented and instantly uploaded to Twitter and Facebook. I've become so accustomed to seeing these candid shots of friends having the time of their lives (whether the really are or just appear that way before the flash goes off, is still up for debate) that flipping through my grandma's dusty family albums or looking at the portrait of my great-great-great-grandparents that hangs on her bedroom wall is slightly disconcerting; the expressionless faces and rigid poses are creepy and almost zombie-like. And while my grandma has some pretty good stories of all the wild shenanigans they all used to get into (with my great uncle making gin in the bathtub during Prohibition), there isn't even the slightest hint of emotion documented in any of the photos.