The Jamie Lyn Spears breastfeeding photo debacle has made me wonder all over again if I should finally cash in on a photo quality printer. TMZ has been reporting that photos of Jamie Lyn with daughter Maddie at her left breast were printed at the local Wal-Mart by Maddie's daddy, Casey Aldridge.
The Spears' family alleges the photos were filched by a Wal-Mart employee, and a federal probe has been launched to study the implications of the sale of the photos - after all, Jamie Lyn is just 17 and whether she's feeding or not, there's a breast involved. The sale of the pics could be considered child porn and earn the seller a new home behind bars being someone's own little Jamie Lyn.
I'm not the first person to ask why Casey took the pictures to Wal-Mart to begin with (Hellooooo McFly), but considering he's a little closer to rest of us on the celebrity food chain it makes sense. He's Joe Everybody, and he did what the rest of us do - took his digital card full of pictures of his family down to the local photo joint to have them printed. Now they're out there somewhere, and someone's getting their jollies off his girlfriend's exposed breast, his daughter's little mouth.
Most of us don't have to worry that someone's going to want to steal our pictures to sell to US Weekly or the Star. (Maybe they could get a few bucks for some "what not to wear" section with my Christmas morning pajama shots.) But when's the last time you took a cute picture of your child sans diaper or a sweet shot of your wife feeding your newborn? Most of us do the upload and go, sending them off to a faceless printer who does all the hard work so we don't have to. A few days later, the package gets chucked on the doorstep, and we're slapping them on the fridge.
Or, in my case, putting up an 8 x 10 of my daughter's cushie tushie in the living room - a shot from when she was under 2 and stripped of her own accord in our front yard to "help" Daddy wash the cars. It's one of my favorite photos, and one I will refuse to remove when she brings the first boyfriend home to visit, but I'd like to think I'm the one deciding who will see it and when. The thought of anyone pulling a Robin Williams from One Hour Photo and collecting pictures of my gorgeous little girl makes me want to vomit.
Am I overreacting? In all the years I've sent my photos off to Kodak Gallery or MPix or dropped them at the local pharmacy, I never really thought about it. I guess I don't think like a child predator (phewww). Then again, I never worried about child predators either . . . until I became a mom.
So, about that printer . . .
Photo: Amazon
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