Here is the latest in our series of blogs by Glasgow students.

Helen Howie is a journalism student at Glasgow Caledonian University. Her specialties include hard news, wine drinking, and over thinking everything.

Ten years ago, if a friend of yours was to jet off somewhere sunny, you'd be disappointed if they didn't return with hundreds of pictures taken on their disposable camera, ready to get covered in thumb prints over a glass of wine. In a few of these photos, your friend would be standing, posing in front of a statue smiling at a stranger who so kindly agreed to take the very blurry shot. Maybe that all seems like ancient history. Since then, we've had the digital camera craze, when you could flick through your pal's holiday snaps just by looking at a screen and pushing a button. But the selection of pictures you had of yourself was always limited - there were the few old embarrassing passport photos in your kitchen drawer, and the odd snap of you riding a pony in Blackpool as a child, crying. These were the good old days. You would pull out your old photo albums when you had guests over and fancied embarrassing your mother with that picture of her pretending to drink from a bottle of beer whilst heavily pregnant, or reminding your sister of how she used to bathe in the sink, along with the dishes. These photos were the journal of your life. There weren't many of them, but each one had a story. They could make you smile, laugh, or even cry, and during your bad days there was no better therapy than whipping out your childhood photo albums and remembering the important things in life. Then came the dawn of the selfie. It was a natural progression. Everyone needed a profile picture for Facebook, and if you didn't like that one you had of yourself holding a glass of cava in the back of a limo at fifth year prom, covered head to toe in a terrible spray tan, then your options were limited. To get around this, people would awkwardly hold their cameras backwards to try to get a good shot of their face. This process was time consuming - It meant deleting about fifty photos of your spotty forehead because you accidentally had zoom on, while your dad shouted that he needed in there to do a pee. - the lighting was always best in the bathroom, of course. Perhaps we should have seen it coming. The best smartphones introduced the front facing camera. We started seeing overly edited photos of our friends on Facebook, all taken from above, all complete with the ever-popular duck face pout - because, you know, everyone looks better when they resemble an aquatic bird with their toilet seat in the background. The situation has now escalated, to the point where people are documenting everything. Selfie-lovers can be spotted on buses, in parks, in restaurants, in schools, even crossing roads. The only time the camera is pointed away from their own face is when it's pointed toward their dinner, because Instagram users love photos of mashed potatoes and beans, especially with a funky filter. Our society seems to have descended into a narcissistic chaos, where if your phone goes out of charge during a night out, you have a disaster on your hands. How will Facebook know you're having a great time?! Should I just chill out and join the selfie club, or am I right that the old days were so much better?