Hi. I’m Jenn Mattern, and I need a Pintervention.

No, never mind. Keep your stinking Pintervention to yourself. I’m hooked and I like being hooked.

Pinterest, oh, Pinterest, how they mock you! How misunderstood you are! I have heard Pinterest referred to as Fantasy Football for women. If I understood Fantasy Football, I might be able to refute or confirm that statement. I have also heard Pinterest derided as a place where women go to decorate homes they will never afford and plan weddings they will never have.

WHATEVER. LIKE ANY OF YOU BOYS ARE EVER GOING TO PUT TOGETHER A REAL NFL TEAM. HMMPH.

If you’re out of the loop, Pinterest is a collection of online “pinboards,” where you can keep track of images you love, images that inspire you. People post recipes, photos of dream places to visit, favorite artists and designers, clothing and interiors and architecture and humor and anything else you can think of, EXCEPT porn. It’s a pretty wholesome crowd, overall. There are even (yes, I’m going to blow your cover) FELLAS ON PINTEREST, gay, straight and bi, pinning merrily away, things that float their respective boats: men’s fashion, fishing and hunting equipment, street art, must-see concerts, guy hair, what-have-you.

Yes, it’s another time suck, like Facebook or Twitter. Well, it can be.

But what about the power of visualization, all THAT stuff? What if there’s something to all this pinning?

I’m no dummy. I follow my savviest culinary pals on Pinterest. They post images of gorgeous recipes that inspire me to ACTUALLY COOK THEM. This, my friends, is a promising development.

I follow my artsiest pals, too. And their pinboards lead me to find the most remarkable artists and musicians and writers, folks I might not have found otherwise.

Not to mention all the TATTOO IDEAS. Pinterest is GOLDEN when it comes to ink-spiration.

I admit it: Pinterest cheers me, with its hopeful images. I like sharing imaginary Pinterest closets with Katie and Stephanie and imaginary jewelry boxes with Karli and bookshelves with Tara and Star Wars geekery with Karen. I may be livin’ the broke-ass single life, but a woman’s still gotta dream. Maybe all of these shared images are generating some kind of mystical power! Maybe having ten solid helpings of Beautiful Images a day will help me figure out how to attract more beauty in my real life!

Maybe I’m full of crap. But it’s PRETTY crap, and it goes so nicely with my red wine.

Do YOU pin?

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