Sometimes I just have to admit it. While there is a lot about me that indicates I might be a woman, there is also much which suggests that I’m not. Pinterest is just one of those things. Pinterest bores me senseless. There. Said it.
Some months back I decided that in order to spread the word of this blog, that maybe I should follow the masses and sign up on Pinterest. It would be one more place I could share my posts, in the hope that it would increase my readership. And I thought that maybe I might find something there that interested me. Wrong… on both counts.
I’ve never once had someone come to my blog from Pinterest, and while what I’ve seen all looks very pretty and nice (BTW, those words just don’t do it for me), I have simply struggled to see the point. For me, it’s up there with reading Fifty Shades of Grey. Certainly the two are very different, but what is the point of either? In my mind, a complete waste of my time.
So I am told, Pinterest is a women’s thing. Hmm. Actually I am sure there are plenty of men on there too, but if it is a women’s thing, then I am obviously not a real woman. Is something lacking from my genetic makeup? Clearly, yes. I simply just don’t see the point.
Pinterest tells me it is “a tool for collecting and organizing things you love“. Surely, if anything, it is a tool for collecting and organising images of things you love. It seems a little like collecting postcards from yesteryear, of places you dream of travelling. Personally I’d rather collect stamps on my passport and actually see the places for myself. What’s more, I also found it more interesting to read what was written on postcards, than simply the picture of a far off place.
Yesterday in my in-box was the weekly email from Pinterest telling me the ‘things that I love’… apparently. I think they’re pushing it if they think they can tell what I love from my participation on the site. Apparently, I will love:
Red lentil and coconut soup (I hate lentils!)
“bows on the back of a t-shirt. this is adorable …” (that would look ridiculous on me!)
The New York Times. 36 Hours. 150 Weekends in the US and Canada (ah, wrong countries!)
“bought my sister one of these in university, she’s …” (I don’t have a sister!)
Marilyn + puppy (is SO not me!)
Iceland (looks the most interesting of the lot but still not something I want to ‘collect’!)
It’s all marginally better than the random pictures of mansions, room layouts, recipes, makeup, gardens, clothes, hair styles… need I go on? All of this is so not me. And even if it was, why would I waste my time ‘collecting’ images of it all instead of making it all reality? It’s really the ‘flicking through glossy magazines’ for the 21st century. I was never into that last century, so it just makes no sense and says ‘complete waste of time’ to me.
All that said, I know many people (particularly women) who love Pinterest, and if you are one of those, I am happy for you. You go on ‘collecting’ all these ‘wonderful’ things. Enjoy, have fun with your collections. Maybe I’m just ‘man’ enough (now there’s a joke) to say I don’t need these things. There is enough on the internet without living with what I see as the fantasy of Pinterest.
Oh, and I can’t for the life of me see why people want to post pictures of what they cooked for dinner either. Am I meant to be interested in that too? I’m not.
“I’m tough, I’m ambitious, and I know exactly what I want. If that makes me a bitch, okay.”
“Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.”
― Robert A. Heinlein