I wonder if it is possible to get yourself “uninvited” from
Pinterest. I’ve been on the site for a
little more than a week, and already I am hooked like a drug addict. Pinterest is the “crack” of the social media
world in ways that facebook will never be. I am finding that if I don’t get my “pinterest
fix” at least three or four times a day, usually five to ten minutes at a clip,
then I start to break out in a cold sweat and have to reach for a cigarette…and
I don’t even smoke.
One of my “guy” friends asked me about the whole Pinterest
craze, seemingly clueless about why it even existed. I immediately felt sad for him and sent him
the link, only to realize that this completely heterosexual person who is more
than secure in his manhood, probably would log on and think I had completely
lost my mind. Men don’t get it, and I’m
not sure that they are capable of understanding. In fact, I saw an article that stated 31% of
Pinterest users were men. I can pretty
much tell you that out of that 31%, ALL of those men are gay. That is not a dig at gay men. But only a gay
man could appreciate the instant visual gratification Pinterest can provide. Pinterest is fantasy football for women and
gay men. Straight men hear about it, but
they don’t understand it, so they think it is stupid. I feel much the same way about fantasy
football. By the way, if any of those
gay men on Pinterest are looking for a new friend to shop with and give fashion
advice to, please contact me. I need a
good male gay friend to hang out with from time to time.
Pinterest…hmmm…how to explain it. Ok, so you know how when you go to the nail
salon for a pedicure and you sit in the chair with every intention of closing
your eyes and relaxing? But then you can’t
relax, so rather than stare at the poor woman slaving over your feet, which
haven’t received proper treatment since the end of summer, you reach for a
magazine on the table next to you. It
could be any magazine – Vogue, Cosmo, Metropolitan Home, Light Cooking, it
really doesn’t matter. It is something
to occupy your brain rather than fixate on the ten layers of dead skin that is
being removed from the soles of your feet.
You glance through the pages, dog-earring all the things you love and secretly
plot how to sneak the magazine out in your purse, or tear out the pages you’ve
marked. It’s visual, it’s interesting,
it requires very little thought process. (Wait, that sounds a lot like the way men look at porn.) This is what Pinterest is ALMOST
EXACTLY LIKE, without the annoying subscription postcards falling out all over the
place. It is a series of “boards” where
you can pin everything you love, everything you want to cook, make, wear, and travel
to before you are too old to board a plane. You can use the suggested boards
that Pinterest provides, or you can create your own boards. I have boards for gardening, jewelry, shoes,
hot men, and cute baby animals. I’m sure
I will be adding more when I find things to pin that fail to fall into the
current board categories. It's also so exciting to discover that your friends are Pinterested in the EXACT SAME things you are. I'm pretty sure that my group of girlfriends are going to be going to Greece or Montenagro very soon, since it is on all of our Pinterest bucket lists. I don't know where Montenagro is, but apparently I am going to L O V E it.
And here is the kicker - people can “follow” your pins and
you can follow other people’s pins. I’ve
pinned and repinnned so much stuff to my boards from other friends' boards that I have enough information to dress like a
supermodel, cook like Julia Child, apply makeup like an artist, travel to all
four corners of the earth, and plant a garden that Martha Stewart would envy. Of course, I have done all this in my
head. Nothing has actually happened yet, but I’ve got the
information right there, at the ready for when I decide to build that addition
on the back of my house, or make my own habanero bacon vodka. And I’m going to do it, all of it, and
everyone will think I am amazing, especially Bill. He doesn’t even know what a
renaissance woman he is married to, but he will find out…soon, very soon.
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