Just One of The Girls

It is now day three of my hanging out on Pinterest, being one of the girls. Somehow I’m reminded of how I felt reading Judy Bloom back in fourth grade. Oh, obligatory image of a wedding cake to set the mood follows:

What the hell. I’ve always been pretty for a guy, I guess. One more reason I avoided prison. Bad place for that, from what I hear.

In case it isn’t blatantly obvious, I still don’t remotely get it. Is the whole point just a weird exercise in shared vanity? Nothing but a pure-Ego collage scrapbooking expression of shit we dig? With a few exchanged recipes and shopping wish lists thrown in? I mean, yeah, I sort of get the appeal of hunting around for a few of your favorite things… More than that, I could see the appeal if there was some way to find people who matched up on a significant number of the things you find cool. But that’s not going to happen. Just check out my Pinterest board:


Several of the things I love most I had to upload myself. Nobody had a good image of the plutonium atom, for instance. How can plutonium be missing? That’s an important oversight. The unnamed molecular model I uploaded, as well, had been missing. It’s one of my favorite molecules! Am I *really* the only person on Pinterest to be a fan? To find it pin-worthy? Or am I *totally* missing the point of these pins?

I really don’t know. But I know this much: My blog has completely abandoned the rules of AP Style. Suck it, higher education. You can lead a horse to knowledge, but you can’t keep him from wanting to chew on sugar cubes instead.