So, so many have been touting the awesomeness that is Pinterest, I thought I'd offer a fair and balanced view. I've been on it for several months now, and I can report a somewhat paradoxical reaction. While my buddies were pinning away, I was diving into an existential tailspin of sorts*.
Like with most everything, I am head-over-heels-all-in about something/someone during the initial infatuation phase. (The person who knows me best called me fickle once upon a time, and I was offended, but goddamn was he ever right.) I pinnnnnnnnnned like a mad woman for the first few days. Pinned like Madeleine Albright, as kidchamp so aptly put it.
As my "boards" were starting to form, I began to feel extremely two-dimensional (at best). Flat, cliche. My interests were Freja, big hair, eyeliner, some fake dark shit, bicycles (!? despite rarely riding IRL), geriatrics/silver foxes, stripes, letters, David Shrigley, myself, some hipster books, meatloaf, etc. etc. I was boiled down to a simple, predictable list.
Ew, that's it?!? This is what I'm about? --was the feeling I was getting. Maybe I wasn't following enough people, but my homepage was just one massive repin. Then, heavy real life shit happened and I'm reminded that I'm a twat who should pull her head out of her ass and... seriously, WHO CARES about any of this fuckery?!?
|Trifecta = Freja + big hair + gobs of eyeliner|
All that said, who'd like an invite? I have six.
*the internet tends to have that effect on me
**are you weirded out that I saved this?
photos via pinterest, duh!