Pinterest: Fad or Sad?

Pinterest has rapidly become the new “it” girl in the social media revolution. It’s so hot Kris Jenner would probably trade the chubby Kardashian sister for it. This virtual pin board captures its audience by providing a platform for users to post, share, and showcase all of their ideas and creations.

If Pinterest was cocaine I’d be Lindsay Lohan. #boogersugar

Personally, I am obsessed. Like strap-a-strait-jacket-on-me, pad the walls, obsessed. It will likely take me three days to finish this article because I will pull down my browser and find a new recipe for cookies shaped like puppies, wrapped in bacon, and stuffed in a homemade decoupage box—pin it! Why is this so addictive?

Pinterest is an escape from reality into a dream world full of things you could never have, pictures of girls you could never look like, and crafty items you weren’t creative enough to think of yourself. But what happens when you wake up from the dream? How long can we stay on this fluffy Pinterest cloud before the lightning bolt of reality comes? Let’s examine “Exhibit A” (I have always wanted to say that, don’t get your hopes up there is no Exhibit B. I am way too lazy to fully back up my positions with research, philosophical reasoning or analysis– YAY for Public School).

Exhibit A

PINTERESTLAND FRIDAY NIGHT:

You notify your friends of your party by invitation, made with a doily and old sea shells. Upon arrival, your guests step into the apartment to a hand painted welcome mat and the smell of potpourri. They sit down on a newly refurbished vintage dinner table, decorated flawlessly with an old toothbrush-holder-turned-artsy-candle centerpiece. You enter the room with your hair braided in a fishtail, looped into a bun and a sparkle in your eye. You head to the kitchen where you pull out the 8 layer lasagna, which of course is, vegetarian, carb-free, sugar-free, and gluten-free. You laugh into the night sipping on the wine recipe (grapes and virgin blood) you pinned the night prior. As your guests walk out you hand them a goody bag filled with flower seeds and a message attached; “create your future” (because this says you’re deep and care about the environment).

REAL LIFE FRIDAY NIGHT:

You post, “getting drunk” on your Facebook status so friends decide to come over. They walk in to your apartment to the stench of old garbage, a struggling Glade Plug-in, and you wearing your Snuggie, pants-less. They sit down on your mismatched couches and you serve them boxed wine in red Solo cups. You order pizza. You wake up the next morning and realize you also ordered Chinese, went to 7Eleven for 40s of malt liquor, and now you are broken up with your boyfriend.

< Mind blown >

Pinterest is merely an addiction to an unattainable level of perfection. I am not transforming into the domestic goddess I always wanted to be. Pinterest is just making a mockery of my exceptionally mediocre existence. I will never be able to bake a molten lava chocolate cake and still have an ass like Jessica Biel’s. I already have eco-friendly stationary, it’s called email! And as much as I practice, my hair will only look greasy when I try to pull off the “beachy” surfer style. So stop patronizing me Pinterest! I love you but I hate you. I want to kiss you and then punch you in the face. Even after this realization, I will most likely keep on pinning. This begs the question:

Pinterest: are we obsessed or depressed?

Personally, I plead the 5^th.

Written by SydRock

SydRock is a true American Badass. A politically incorrect government droid, Syd is one insult away from losing her job at all times (“Living on the Edge” streams in the background). She rarely jokes, but when she does it’s at other people’s expense. One of DC’s most eligible Bachelorettes will probably stay that way if she keeps blogging about farts and genitalia. Easily offended? SydRock’s face also doubles as a dart board. Her blog Capital Sarcasm was voted, “Most Amazing Thing in the World” by God, creator of the world, and “Funniest Thing on the Internet” by Al Gore, creator of the internet. Not impressed yet? Follow her on Facebook or on Twitter for your daily dose of Sass.

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