… I don’t hate Pinterest, okay? But I finally just put my finger on the reason why it makes me cringe: it gives you a lot of shallow, pretty pieces of information at once, when I tend to look for fewer things involving more… words.
For example: I know people who use Pinterest to find and organize recipes. Great! But, instead of making totally-random-person’s uncommented-on and untried recipe, I’d rather look for something with some more corroborating information, you know? Or: I’ve made mujadara for lunch this week, which even Theo thinks is pretty awesome, despite not being the type of thing that appears below the chicken fingers and grilled cheese on the kids’ menu at restaurants. But it’s a joyless-looking mash of rice, lentils, and caramelized onions, and despite being delicious, it’s not the kind of thing that tends to stand out with a splashy photo and garner hundreds of re-pins and “Looks yummmmyyyy!” comments. I’m pretty sure if I hadn’t read somebody raving about the recipe, I never would’ve tried it.
Pinterest is also the land of self-replicating half-assed tutorials of the “three easy steps to this elaborate salon updo which we’ll describe as ‘easy’ and ‘messy’!” kind, and tragically incomplete instructions for craft projects. (To say nothing of its more aspirational qualities: as I’ve said many times elsewhere, I’m really glad that I got married before the era of Pinterest, because I didn’t then realize that every single aspect of your wedding needs to be infused with homemade, quirky personal touches that apparently validate your marriage. What does our lack of a cake topper say about our relationship?!)
But! I successfully used Pinterest to find a DIY solution to a problem, and it worked! Which was apparently noteworthy enough for me to compose an entire post about it!
I just got a new computer to replace my old one, which was chugging along just fine, except for the fact that it would come to a gasping, shuddering standstill whenever I had to open up Photoshop, despite my having maxed out all available RAM slots and adding Pete’s old hard drive for additional storage space. When I was looking around online for a new computer — technical specifications: must be able to run Photoshop and play music and maybe even have a web browser open, at the same time — Pete pointed out that I could buy a laptop with the same specs as the desktops that I was looking at, for about the same amount of money.
Which I vigorously protested for about two days. I’m not a laptop person! I like having a full-sized keyboard and mouse! And big screen! And speakers! … Even though the keyboard on the laptops that I was looking at were sufficiently large, wireless mice exist and are readily available for purchase, a 15″ laptop screen wasn’t that much of an optical downgrade from my 19″ desktop monitor (which could always be plugged in for use during editing sessions, of course), and speakers, too, can be plugged in to a laptop at rest. And — as someone who has to reluctantly shove in much of her work at the end of a long day of child-wrangling — a laptop can be transported to the couch.
So, of course, I bought a new laptop, and promptly honored its portability by plugging more cables into it than Neo before he got flushed out of the Matrix.
Enter Pinterest, and best cord management solution that presented itself for 9 p.m. on a Sunday night, represented only in this unattributed image (actually from How About Orange):
So we broke out my gallon bag of sundry binder clips. Even though most of these are from various workplace supply rooms, and I routinely maintain a safe perimeter around the Cute Office Supply aisle at Target, many different clip sizes are represented therein:
(An extra-special thanks goes out to Sebastian, who begrudgingly agreed to get off my chair so I could stand on it to get these photos during naptime, but only because I kept moving my feet all around him, jeez. Can’t a cat nap at his desk in peace?)
But instead of snagging neatly in the round end of the wire piece, my iPod cable immediately and repeatedly slithered out of the jumbo-sized clip.
It then stubbornly refused to fit into a medium-sized clip at all.
Enter Pete, who revealed what the photo at Pinterest could not: that you can squeeze the two sides of the metal piece together to remove it, thereby enabling cord-threading.
Self-portraits of sausage fingers ahoy!
Boom. Cord tamed.
Take the red pill, Neo. Find out how deep the rabbit hole goes:
Thanks, Pinterest, for materially improving my life! Or at least ensuring that I don’t spend as much time scrabbling around underneath my desk for runaway cables!