Tuesday, January 29, 2013

On Pinterest....

Dear Pinterest:

Why must you tempt me so?  You know that I have sworn a solemn vow to never succumb to your powerful spell, yet you tempt me with things that I find interesting.  Slowly and inexorably I find myself being pulled toward your evil embrace; I am the moth to your bright light, the Sally to your Harry.  Your methods are insidious, using my friends and family to further your evil purposes.  They say things like "Oh, I found this on Pinterest" and "Check this out, I saw it on Pinterest" and "If you were on Pinterest you would have known not to do that you idiot", and on and on and on.  Their pleas to join the cult of Pinterest are incessant and are slowly and gradually wearing me down.  My resistance is weakening and I fear that my spirit is too weak to hold out against your siren song.

My friends and family argue "Come on, everyone's doing it" and "Come on man, you don't want to be the only one not doing it do you?" and "Just try it and see if you like it” and "Give it just five minutes and you will be hooked” and even “The first one's free buddy, just tell your friends about us”, yet I continue to resist.

Why?  First and foremost, in my mind at least, Pinterest is like Secret, it’s strong enough for a man, but made for a woman.  It’s like Chunky soup; yes you can eat it with a fork, but what kind of nut job eats soup with a fork?  But more than anything it’s because, frankly, I do not like doing what everyone else is doing; I like to swim against the tide, I like to wear my pants inside out, I like to drive against the parking lot arrows, and I like to remove the tags from my mattresses.  In short, I like being different, I don’t want to do what everyone else is doing.  Can I continue to hold out?  Only time will tell.