A Severe Lack of [P]interest

So Pinterest is a thing.

In my 64-person entrepreneurship lecture, my professor asked how many people in the class used Pinterest. When there were too many hands to count, she instead asked how many people did not use Pinterest.

I saw three hands go up. One belonged to me.

First, I want to congratulate the gentlemen who created the website on what must be quite an understanding of the inner workings of the female mind, seeing as they have an absurd number of women swooning over their product. Second, I wish them all the luck in the world as they set out to finally earn money off their multi-year project.

I understand the concept of Pinterest. Kind of. I know that you follow people and make different boards (audience poll - how many single girls/women have a wedding board?). I know that it's a great source for cooking ideas and craft ideas (no shame, I did enjoy the melting-Crayons-on-a-canvas-with-a-hairdryer fad that went on two years ago). That's pretty much the extent of my knowledge.

From time to time, Jill sends me links to things she's pinned or seen pinned. And I'll follow the link back to the boards where she found them. But then it's just an overload. There's so much... everything. And for every adorable picture of the world's newest cutest fluffiest animal or the best and easiest recipe for fresh baked brownies using extra dark, extra foreign chocolate and milk from a virgin hairy cow, there's a screen-full of pins that I have no interest in seeing.

Jill is my Pinterest filter. I only see the things I'd actually have interest in seeing. And for that, I'm thankful.

Moral of the story, I don't pin. I have no interest in pinning. I think pinning is overrated. I'd rather keep a real bulletin board of things I really care about rather than a virtual board of things I virtually care about.

(But it's still better than Twitter...)