Julep's post reminded me of When Harry Met Sally.
"Is one of us supposed to be a dog in this scenario?"
Anyway, I probably only have a few minutes of quiet time/nap time left in which to comment, but I'm just hopping on to join the conversation and say that Pinterest makes us all feel like failures if we're not doing the cornstarch painting thing, toning our thigh muscles in 20 simple twice-daily steps, cleaning our ovens with this one secret ingredient, making our own homemade, organic goldfish crackers, and embroidering exotic tropical birds onto a size-medium man's bodystocking. Now, I love Pinterest, but has anything been so regressive and oppressive since the advertising campaigns of the 1950s?
I get that it's aspirational, and I have made some recipes or done some crafts from there, but as soon as Pinterest stops feeling fun and starts feeling like work--or worse, makes me feel bad about myself--I put it down and rejoin the real world, where there are all kinds of moms making all kinds of choices. And very few of them are actually making and using nontoxic paint from cornstarch.
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