Pinterest is for pretty things and pretty people, and as I’m not really crafty or artsy or fashion-y or aesthetic-y, then what could it possibly have for me?
Answer: Pictures of Ryan Gosling and Chris Pine. Many, many pictures.
Oh, yes.
Pin. Pin. Pin. Pin. Pin. Pin. Pin. Pin.
Pretty soon though it becomes clear that such gluttonous plasterings have their consequences on the self-esteem. You think to yourself – wait. All I’ve just succeeded in doing is making myself look… desperate? What shall I do? Diversify my boards? Pin random stuff so as to dilute the effect, which I could blame on the hormones, but really, who’d believe that? The dye has already been cast.
YouTube
So you wander over to YouTube so have a poke around and pretty soon it’s apparent there are questions one must ask: Would I would like to watch people perform silly tricks on their bicycles, doomed to fail, if not directed to fail, hence the strategically well-placed camera in the first place? Not really. Do I want to see what even more ingenious ways have been discovered to make a mess with soft drink and mentos lollies? Not today. Those delightful LMFAO boys are a joy, but I can bear to see their thrusting groins one more time? Okay, sure.
But I’m sorry, life is too short to watch someone fish a wedgie out of their buttocks – even if 90,455 other people might disagree with me.
Ah, Facebook. Always a danger. Like how a picture of a random stranger’s scrotum passes muster but a breastfeeding woman gets yanked the moment she gets notices by the powers that be? ENRAGED! Let’s be outraged! Let’s picket and petition and shout and… oh, what good would it do? The misogyny is as deeply embedded as the very code Facebook runs off. Now I feel deflated.
Surely a depressed status update will cheer me up. There we go.
No? Oh. But six people like my status. So they either like to see me depressed or they feel similarly.
Hmph. Well. That backfired. Time to head back to Pinterest!
{Repeat ad infinitum}
