Thursday, February 2, 2012

Girl Interrupted: What's the deal with Pinterest?

OMG best spice rack, ever? Right? (Feel free to re-pin!)

I've been thinking a lot lately about how not-girly I am. I wear heals and skirts and makeup, but it's not the majority of my personality or personal interests. I've been called a "tomboy", "sporty", "low-maintenance" and it usually makes me feel proud and maybe somewhat original. Until a little girl asked me this past weekend why my hair is short. I told her that my hair looks better short than long, and then she asked, "Did you get lice?" (Sad face.)

I've gone into Pinterest a few times: I find 90% of Pinterest, puninteresting. This I find 100% frustrating. The recipes are ok, but some of the Do It Yourself projects, the best dress ever, or furnishings no one can afford makes me wonder what's wrong with womanhood these days. Or, what the hell is wrong with me that I'm not interested in it?

Somehow Pinterest has created a Stepford Wife Utopia that I am not a fan of. There seems to be many levels of crazy going on:
1.) I-love-this-dress crazy
2.) I-love-and-need-this-$20,000-Vera-Wang crazy
3.) I'm-going-to-make-a-dress crazy.

Who has time to sew a dress, or make a magnetic cosmetic board? I guarantee my boyfriend would throw a fit if I tried to put a magnetic cosmetic board for our bathroom. There is no way he'd want a to drill hole in the wall to put up a pink board with all of my dirty makeup crap stuck to it. It would be the equivalent of my coming home to a picture of a nude model on our fireplace mantle.

I did have time to hang a spice rack in our kitchen this weekend. No, I did not make the spice rack. It is from Ikea.

Most disturbing to me at the professional-looking photos of everything: Has anyone noticed that no one is less than perfect and beautiful on that site? Has anyone seen a person on that site that faintly resembles a normal human being? Yeah, I'd love to braid my hair that way, but whose hair actually looks like that? I'd love to wear bright red lipstick like Giselle Bunchen, but my co-workers would think I was working nightly on the street corner. Also, *shocker* why is everyone predominantly CAUCASIAN? Where are the Latin, Asian, African women?

Do women really find all of the same things interesting? Are we supposed to be clones? Where are the pictures of real women, real homes, and real life?

I'm not sure how my personal fury with a silly website started, but I've been thinking a lot about how to get out of the February Blahs, and the Susan G. Komen vs. Planned Parenthood debacle. The winter blahs just don't make me feel cute, and the thought of a bunch of women wearing pink tutus makes me leery. (If you want to support a cause = GIVE THEM MONEY! The ribbons, clothing, and the rah rah rah are all marketing tactics so that you give them needed funding! So, cut the BS and write a check!)

I digress.

I'm not sure if my frustration with other women's fascinations leads to my own insecurities, or if it's my mother's fault for calling the "Craft Faire" the "Crap Fair." God bless her! I just don't enjoy Disneyland (or the idea of it because I've never been there), shopping malls, smokey eye, or making gifts in jars.

I'd rather sweat.

For a new challenge, I need your help. Pick something girly from Pinterest that I can try: a new beauty tip, recipe, or *dun, dun, dun* DIY project . The only caveat I have is that it can't cost much, and it can't destroy any part of my home or my person. (i.e. I'm not going to paint a room in my house, or get a tattoo.) I'll let you know how it goes.

3 comments:

  1. Here's one that I pinned because I thought it was a great idea: http://pinterest.com/pin/141511613260964897/

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    1. LOL, Vania! Jason and I are going to have to use a lot of toilet paper and paper towels this month!

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    2. Yeah, I think the reason I haven't even attempted this is because it would probably take us six months to go through enough tp and paper towels to accumulate enough rolls for one of those squares. LOL

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