I have a huge confession to make this Monday morning.
Don’t hate me…but I’m not on Pinterest. (Gasp)!
But that’s not the worst part. The part that might make you kind of despise me a little bit is not the fact that I’m not on there. It’s the fact that I don’t give a shit that I’m not on Pinterest. Cuz I’m just not buying into the whole deal.
Between having a full-time job, trying to post on my own blog a couple times a week, Twitter, Facebook, other social media shit, and then that little thing called spending time with my family instead of making love to my laptop, I really just don’t have any use for something else in my life that sucks my time and energy.
But there must be something incredibly appealing and satisfying about Pinterest, because it’s all I freakin’ hear people talk about anymore. It’s almost like it’s some kind of secret club that I really don’t want to be a part of, but almost feel that I have to because “everybody’s doing it.” I kind of wonder if Pinterest is the new skinny jeans. I HATED skinny jeans when they first came out, but after watching people strut their stuff in them for a year or so, I finally broke down and bought a pair. And now I can’t quit ‘em.
That being said, I’m just not ready to cave quite yet and give into the peer pressure of all the “Pin-hards” out there. Besides, I think I’d kind of suck at it. I mean, I can’t even organize my own refrigerator let alone put things in some sort of visually pleasing sequence online.
My kid, on the other hand, would be awesome at that shit.
Check out what he did to the stairs in our house yesterday:
I posted this photo to Facebook, and a friend of mine told me I should put it on Pinterest. But after seeing how my 5-year old grouped all of his Angry Birds into colors and species, I’m thinking he’d be a way better pinner than me. I’d totally suck at it. I just know it.
Please tell me I’m not the only person out there who refuses to become a slave to this little obsession called Pinterest. And please tell me that even though I’m not a pinner, that I can still be considered one of the cool chicks.
(I’m hearing crickets already).