Let’s talk about Pinterest. I love it, but it makes me feel
guilty. Kind of like cheesecake. Correction. Kind of like eating half a wheel
of cheesecake, like I have done before, in a moment of emotional upheaval.
I love Pinterest because 1. There are dazzling, colorful pictures
of inspiring makeup techniques that, if I mastered, could change my life forever
and 2. There are pictures of grooms sobbing as they see their brides walking
down the aisle, and that gives me hope that I too will one day make a grown man
cry like that and 3. It makes me appear as if I am a stylist, comedian, sommelier,
event planner, civil rights activist and a stellar housekeeper (that’s the joke
of the century).
My feelings of guilt arise from the fact that, despite
having wiled away hours of my life pinning mesmerizing pin after mesmerizing
pin, I have used a grand total of 1 Recipe idea and 2 Workouts, visited only 3
of the places I have on my “Wanderlust” board, can afford about 4 of my Wedding
ideas, and have taken zero, absolutely zero, suggestions on how to be the next
Martha Stewart whilst cleaning my house.
Given, that last one I feel pretty ok about.
You can witness this guilt corporately by attending a
‘Pinterest Party’, where women who feel just as embarrassed as you do about
pinning ideas they will never use gather together to make an attempt to try at
least one idea that they have pinned while at work, school, and dare I say,
church. The existence of these parties holds an irony of its own, as there are
pins on Pinterest about how to…throw a Pinterest Party.
Not to mention the fact that an entire generation of brides
now feels the pressure to outdo one another by Pinterestifying the heck out of
their weddings, it now being considered a compliment to tell a stressed out bride:
“Your wedding looks like Pinterest exploded! I’m going to Instagram it to
death!”
I am convinced Pinterest is a frivolous exercise in futility.
But oh look! My new favorite cheesecake recipe! There has got to be a recovery group for this...
Pinterest is all about who we WANT to be, not who are ARE. It's a fantasy world.
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