Pintrest is the new drug of choice. Those using are asking those people not using Have you tried Pintrest, yet? I admit to typing the domain into my browser, maybe clicking around a little, but I was watching the clock and I was off of there before you could say lickety split in ten languages.
I will admit, because I am not running for any kind of public office, Pintrest had me at hello. Specifically, the retro, ballpark-type font says a) I am down-home and b) I am in the know. These two things are unavoidably a huge success. If you find these in any one person/thing you should latch onto them as if surviving the plague were the stakes. I mean, who in their right mind would simply let their canary, while in a coal mine, just slip away? These canary-slipping people are also a special breed, attuned to letting go and their influence just might put you on a path to self discovery so you might as well keep them close, too.
I have been skirting a full-fledged toke of Pintrest until now. Until I found the two-sided silk throw pillow of my dreams, on sale, with the Pintrest Pin It button pulsing red right above it. This is a new kind of peer pressure. The ultimate trifecta of pressure--consumerism, getting something for nothing, and the ability to let everyone know about it--is just too much to Just Say No.
No, I cannot call my parents for a ride home. Although actually pinning is still a figment of my imagination, the newfound possibility will inevitably register on my face--somewhere in the chasm that is the furrow between my eyebrows (another reason to botox the heck out of that area)--and they will know, and their concern will far outweigh the cost of me succumbing to peer pressure this one time.
Pin It! Pin It! Pin It!
