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.
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?
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: are we obsessed or depressed?
Personally, I plead the 5th.