A Few Thoughts On Pinterest

I'm not quite sure why, but when I first started using Pinterest, I felt pretty meh about it. I just didn't quite get it (have you heard of it? If not, get a clue).

Well I was retarded. Like stupid retarded. Cause now I can't stop. In fact, I became so obsessed with Pinterest, I kinda stopped blogging for awhile. I mean, my boards require a lot of upkeep, ppl. I reached a point where I was mostly just reading other blogs, cause I needed new shit to pin (and by "reading" I basically  mean trolling for photos). Like, I'd even find myself getting into "pinning" moods--like not a "I feel like playing around on the internet" mood, I mean, I would get these strong, tactile urges to just PIN THE SHIT OUT OF THE DUB DUB DUB. My husband started calling me at home and saying "what are you doing tonight? Pinning your face off?"

I pin so much, sometimes I forget what I pinned and so I pin things twice. And if I'm being really real, occasionally I'll be looking through my main feed after I've been on a pinning tear and I'll see a few of my pins in a row and go "omg, who is this!? She has such amazing taste!" and then I see that it's me. Oops.

After introducing my cousin Meri to Pinterest, it's become our main form of communication. We used to call each other...or text each other. But we don't really do that anymore...now we just comment on each other's pins. And repin each other's shit. And then comment some more.

It doesn't even make me *that* mad that 3 times out of 10 the site is down, or the pinning gets all wonky, or that little pin window just refuses to pop the fuck up on my screen. Even though I've stopped using other services for far less than that. I just shake it off and think "oh those adorable Pinterest peeps must be upgrading the server or something. No biggie!"

It's hard to tell if my pinning obsession is making me more obsessed with material things or less. On one hand, I feel like it's turning me more into that bitchy, rich kid from Willy Wonka cause I'm way more focused on objets, clothes, shoes, bags, gifts, accessories--THINGS--than I ever have been before. But then I think that maybe the fact that I get to satisfy my visceral urge of finding something, wanting it, and pinning it to one of my boards, prevents me from actually buying it. Like I don't need to buy these $950 gold Mulberry booties anymore cause I pinned them! They're on my board! In a way, I kind of "own" them already.

Also, sometimes I find myself fantasizing about some amazing interior designer, or some up-and-coming fashion designer, or stylist, or whatever happening upon all of my boards and then just freaking the fuck out cause they have never, ever, ever come across anyone on the planet Earth with such amazing taste, and such cool, well-thought out boards. And so they'd like to hire me (obvs), and think I have this amazingly bright future as an interior designer, or stylist or whatever.

A month or so ago, my internet bud Kelly Beall made the following comment: wow, you've been killing it with your pins lately!" As you can imagine, this was basically the equivalent of Paul Rudd telling me he thinks that I'm super hot. Or Sarah Jessica Parker being like "OH MY GOD, WHERE DID YOU GET THOSE SHOES!?" I wanted to take her comment and turn it into a "for like ever" type of print and sell it on etsy and, of course, then have other people repin the shit out of it.

Cause remember how when you 14 and used to get voicemails, it was like a sign from the universe telling you that you were loved? Yeah, well that's exactly how I feel about each repin I get. Especially when pics of our apt have been repinned. And there is nothing, I repeat n-o-t-h-i-n-g more thrilling than one of those emails from Pinterest that says "you have new likes and repins"--cause that means that you've got more than one. i.e. YOU ARE LOVED BY MANY MANY COMPLETE STRANGERS ON THE INTERNET.

Sometimes I also like to play this game where I imagine the Pinterest peeps come to me and tell me that they chose my boards out of everyone on pinterest as the very best ones. And that they've teamed up with xyz rich person and have decided to let me choose ONE of my boards, and then xyz rich person will buy me everything on that board. The whole board! All of it! Which board would I choose? I love them all! Don't ask me to play favorites, goddamit!

But my most regular fantasy is this one: I casually decide to click on over to the Pinterest "tastemakers" section one day, and lo and behold! I see I've been added to the list. Whatevs. No big whoop. It's not like I would tweet the shit out of that, or blog about it, or hire an airplane to skywrite that little nugget all over Times Square or anything. I totally wouldn't do any of those things. I mean probably.

I'm not sure if this is ever going to go away. Does this ever go away? It's been a few months now and I'm still way down in the snake pit.

So, is this all really, really fucked up?

You know what: don't answer that.

Cause I don't care.

[obvsies you can follow me on Pinterest if you wanna help me feed the monster]