An Open Letter to Pinterest
As a 20-something female who considers herself “web savvy” and “social” and “up with the trends” and “probably going to get married one day, just as soon as I find myself a boyfriend”, I suppose I should love you. Lord knows a lot of my friends do, and anyone who spends any time online has probably noticed a whole lot of people “pinning” which, contrary to popular belief, is not a weird twist on Charlie Sheen’s “winning” catchphrase, nor is it a reference to ‘The Telephone Hour‘ from Bye Bye Birdie (although I’d be totally into the reemergence of that kind of pinning).
I guess you could say Pinterest is like one big scrapbook, which probably explains why manic brides-to-be have fallen head-over-heels in love with this new(ish) social media service. Recently I’ve started to get my pin on and while I try to do a few a day, I’m not so sure yet how best to use Pinterest beyond a place to finally store all the nail art designs I hope to one day try. So, like, how should I be using Pinterest? And do men use Pinterest, too, or is this just a “chicks only” kind of thing?
Truth be told, I’m finding it hard to succumb to the Pinterest obsession, but maybe that’s because I think Tumblr satisfies whatever scrapbooking needs I might have. On that note, I hate myself a little bit for thinking I have “scrapbooking needs”.
So far I find Pinterest overwhelming, while most other users I know seem to find it addicting. But why is it addicting? And what are you supposed to do with the stuff you pin? What is the point of all this pinning? WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE?
Sorry I spiraled out of control with that last question but there’s something about you, Pinterest, that makes me have a lot of questions, a few concerns, but mostly I feel confused and need some bridezilla to slap me across the face and tell me how Pinterest revolutionized her wedding plans and if it weren’t for all those perfectly curated pin boards, she wouldn’t have been able to locate the perfect flower arrangement for the table centerpieces or whatever it is you get flowers for at a wedding.
Until then I’m just going to complain about Pinterst and all these new internet fads and being single and should I get a cat?