Pinterest. The land of shiny things. The black hole of time, hours passed wistfully soaking up all the pretty. The place where clothes are always fabulous, bodies are always slammin’, and your baking projects always turn out perfectly.

Wanna hear a secret?

Sometimes I hate Pinterest.

Everything is so fucking perfect on Pinterest. Too perfect for a girl like me. I look at all the pretty pictures of toned bodies and flawless makeup and color-coordinated rooms and Marchesa gowns and think, “Well, that’ll never happen,” as I pick the wedgie from my flannel pants and take another slug of my beer. Sometimes I feel like Pinterest is nothing more than a record of all the ways that I fall short as a woman and a person. The clothes I should own. The beauty regiments I should follow. The house I should decorate. The tattoo I should get. The food I should cook. The things I should find funny. The healthy habits I should adapt. Scrolling through Pinterest, looking at all the suggestions for the person I’m supposed to be, I don’t know a person on this earth who could not feel like they come up short in at least one aspect of their life. I certainly can’t. Looking at all my boards, all the pictures of things that I should acquire or steps I should follow or ideas I should act upon…it’s an overwhelming mausoleum of all the things about me that  I perceive as not right that I wish I could fix.

In a way, it’s fucking depressing.

And there’s a danger in Pinterest, a deceptive safety that lies nowhere else. As a female in the 18-35 year old demographic, I’m used to being inundated with advertisements attempting to get me to change my behavior in some manner, whether it’s by using their product over another or by joining their weight-loss plan over another. I can see an ad for Chanel in a women’s magazine or a commercial for Victoria’s Secret on tv and not be bothered by their perfection because I’m aware that the bitch had a team a dozen deep in charge of making her look perfect, not to mention the many artists armed with Photoshop and whatever the hell else editing is used to erase even the tiniest speck of imperfection on her body. That shit ain’t real. But there’s a disconnect on Pinterest that doesn’t exist with other media. I think it’s because so many of the pictures appear to be of or submitted by “real” women, there’s a sense of authenticity that doesn’t exist in advertising. If that girl taking the selfie in her bathroom could lose 20 pounds in 2 weeks or dye her hair that perfect shade of cherry-coke red or fashion herself a fabulous dress out of empty bread bags and twist ties then shouldn’t I be able to as well? And there’s also a feeling that because these products and procedures and suggestions are submitted by real women instead of an advertisement, then they must be true and real and right. I can trust them, because a real woman wouldn’t steer me wrong, right? When the reality is that when you have a pool of millions of users, the odds that at least a few of them will submit to advertising, persuasion, and false information are pretty fucking good. And besides, the products being suggested on Pinterest? Are still an advertisement. They’re just an advertisement that the company gets for free from well-meaning woman.

And yet, I keep going back. Everyday I spend a few minutes (sometimes more than a few) in the sadomasochist ritual of pursuing the shiny things, looking at the complex braids that I could wear if I only had waist-length hair or the Finding Nemo-themed nails that I could paint if I only had the skills of a professional artist and no full-time job. It’s like I’m searching for that one magical pin that will turn me into those magical fae women with the glistening skin and the silky hair, if only I could find it. Kyle thinks that the attraction is that Pinterest is constantly changing, always something new, but I have my own theory. I think that in our heart of hearts we spend hours perusing Pinterest because it holds possibility. In its thousands of how-to’s and inspirations and seeming success stories holds the promise of all the answers. The steps to finally loosing the weight that’s stubbornly stuck around. The tips for how to rid yourself of that cellulite that you’re ashamed up. The secret to the perfect handmade craft that will make everyone jealous of your creativity and skills. The recipe that will finally have your family eating healthy instead of the mac and cheese your four year old has eaten every night for the past two months. It’s like we believe that if we sift through all the pins we’ll finally find the keys to unlocking the selves and the lives that we always wanted. The ones in the pictures.

Now, in all fairness, I can’t totally hate on Pinterest.  There is actually one way that Pinterest makes me feel really good about myself, an ego boost, if you will. It’s seeing all the pins of women with purple hair with captions like, “Love this, not sure if I have the balls to pull it off, though,” or “Purple hair! Wish I had a job that let me wear this!” Even just seeing all the pins of women with pink and purple hair compared to the distinct lack of women walking around the world with pink and purple hair makes me feel good. It makes me feel like I’m that woman that they all wish they could be, if only for the color of my hair.

Besides, I’ve actually gotten some really useful ideas and inspirations from Pinterest. Instructions for how to clean my makeup brushes. The inspiration behind my last haircut, which turned out to be the best haircut ever. A recipe for homemade Snickers bars so delicious that Kyle made me sign a legally-binding contract stating that if we ever divorce I still have to make him Snickers bars. (Okay, so that last bit is an exaggeration. But they are really fucking good.) So it’s not like I’ve gotten nothing from Pinterest. But I do feel like Pinterest needs to be handled with a large dose of context and a great deal of caution. Sometimes, when I’m staring hopelessly at the perfect ass that I’ll never have, I have to make myself close the window and walk away lest I lose myself in the perfection that I’ll never be. Because I may not be Pinterest perfect, but I’m pretty fucking awesome.

And I don’t want to lose that.

 


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This is the story of Kyle’s Flat Stanley.

But first, some background. For those of you whom are unfamiliar with Flat Stanley, (as I was prior to my introduction to this tale,) it’s a project for school children to learn literacy and geography. It’s based on a book where some kid gets flattened or something. The concept is the teacher reads the book to the kids, then the kids get to decorate their own little Flat Stanley. (A paper man about 9′ high or so and wearing a tie. Because apparently Flat Stanley rocks the corporate casual.) Then the kids mail a letter to someone that includes their Flat Stanley and asks the recipient to treat Flat Stanley as a guest. They’re asked to keep a journal of all the places that Flat Stanley visits, and many include pictures of Flat Stanley in interesting places. Then the whole enchilada is mailed back to the kid. The class get to follow all the journeys that the Stanley’s go on, and learn about the places they visit. Most of the Flat Stanley’s go places like North Carolina to visit Grandma, or New York City to see the Statue of Liberty with a family friend. The luckiest of school children might have a Flat Stanley who visits the Eiffel Tower with a relative living overseas.

But not Kyle. Kyle’s Flat Stanley had a different kind of adventure awaiting him.

You see, it was 1993 when Kyle’s Flat Stanley went to Florida to visit Kyle’s Aunt Sandy.

Flat Stanley Visits Florida

Aunt Sandy was (and is) Kyle’s most favoritest aunt (and 20 years later, mine too,) and also was (and is) an Assistant US Attourny. This will become relevant later, I promise.

Flat Stanley’s adventure in Florida started out like that of most other Flat Stanli.

He learned a little about the geography of the place he was visiting.

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Text Reads-Day 1: Flat Stanley arrived in Ponte Vedra Beach, Florida. Ponte Vedra is near Jacksonville, about 150 miles from where the shuttle takes off at Cape Canaveral in northwestern Florida. Ponte Vedra is on the coast of the Atlantic Ocean.

 

He visited the beach and learned a little about its history.

Flat Stanley Visits the Beach

Text Reads-Flat Stanley went to Jacksonville Beach first. He thought he might like to take a swim, but was worried about becoming soggy. He decided to boogy board, instead. After that, Flat Stanley went to Mayport Naval Station, also in Jacksonville, and saw some big ships like the USS Saratoga. The Saratoga was one of the ships that took airplanes to Desert Storm. 

 

And he learned about some of the native animals of Florida.

Animals of Florida

Text Reads-Day 3: Florida has a lot of interesting animals.

 

And that’s when things got exciting.

Left to his own devices, Flat Stanley got bored and decided to commit credit card fraud. Because apparently that’s what you do when your host leaves you alone while they’re at work. And you’re a little paper man.

Flat Stanley Commits Credit Card Fraud

Text Reads-Day 4: Flat Stanley was left on his own in Ponte Vedra because Kyle Van Sandt’s aunt had to go to work. Flat Stanley decided he needed some money to see more of the sights so he borrowed Aunt Sandy’s ATM card and stopped at this Automatic Teller Machine. Sadly, he was unable to make a withdrawal. 

 

Unable to procure funds via the stolen credit card, Flat Stanley decided to turn up the heat by robbing a bank. We never learn how his plan goes awry, (maybe something related to the fact that he tried to hold up at bank with a Nerf dart gun,) only that shit went down and Stanley was arrested.

Flat Stanley Robs a Bank

Text Reads-Flat Stanley makes a more forceful withdrawal from the Atlantic National Bank. Unfortunately for Flat Stanley, he is soon apprehended.

 

Let’s just take a moment to recap what we just read.

Little 8 year old Kyle sent his class project to his aunt in Florida in order to learn more about geography, and his aunt takes his little paper dude and decides that he should rob a bank.

Is it any wonder Sandy’s my favorite aunt?

 

Anyhoo, after his arrest Flat Stanley was sent to jail to await his trial, where we can only imagine what horrors prison life held for a delicate guy like Stanley. I heard a guy tried to cut him. (Get it? Because he’s made of paper? Never mind….)

Flat Stanley is Imprisoned

 

Text Reads: Prisoners await their court appearances in this holding cell. Flat Stanley is given no special treatment.

 

As with all prisoners, Flat Stanley was booked. However, unlike all prisoners, Flat Stanley is fingerless. (Except that one guy, I think they call him Stubs.) So in the boxes reserved for his finger prints it was simply denoted “fingers missing.” Makes sense to me. I was also interested to learn that Stanley sometimes goes by the alias “Bugsy” and has an anchor tattooed on his shoulder hiding under that red long-sleeve.

Flat Stanley is Finger Printed

Text Reads: All prisoners are fingerprinted and photographed. Since Flat Stanley has no fingers, only his palm print was taken.

 

After a good sit in jail, (and I can only guess, a number of uncomfortable incidents involving some soap,) Stanley’s court date arrived and he appears before a judge. The US magistrate (since armed robbery is a federal offense, after all,) informs Stanley that if convicted, he can expect a $250,000 fine and 25 years of being somebody’s bitch.

Flat Stanley Appears Before a Federal Judge

Text Reads: Bank robbery is a federal crime. When someone commits a federal crime and is arrested, he or she must be taken promptly before a judge. Flat Stanley appeared before a United States magistrate judge, who advised Flat Stanley that armed bank robbery is punishable by 25 years imprisonment and a $250,000 fine.

I would like to take another moment, if I may, to point out that the dude in the black robe in the picture? The one holding little Kyle’s Flat Stanley? Is an actual US magistrate. A real one. In front of whom actual bank robbers charged with actual armed robbery and spending actual time in actual federal-pound-me-in-the-ass prison appear every day. Remember when I said that Sandy is an Assistant US Attorney? Yeah, she got an actual judge to pose for a picture with a little paper dude, all in the name of her nephew’s 2nd grade project.

Total bad-ass.

Okay, so the next bit is Flat Stanley’s Indictment. Now, this is where my understanding of the legal system kinda falls off, having gleaned most of what I know about said system from watching Criminal Minds and prison shows, but according to the little blurb Sandy included an indictment is a statement written by a grand jury that a crime mostly likely happened and the accused most likely committed it. I’m not sure who the grand jury is, or exactly what part an Assistant US Attorney plays in the whole thing, but that’s not the important part. The important part is that if you zoom in on this picture enough so that you can read it, this  document sounds really fucking official. Like it was written by an Assistant US Attorney who regularly writes equally official documents to put drug king-pins or perpetrators of multi-million dollar mail fraud in federal prison.

Flat Stanley's Indictment

Text Reads: This is the indictment charging Flat Stanley, also known as “Bugsy,” with armed bank robbery. All felonies, this is crimes punishable by more than one year in jail, must start by an indictment decided by a group of people called a grand jury. The grand jury decides if it is more likely than not that a crime occurred and that the defendant committed it. 

I don’t think anyone will argue with me when I say Sandy doesn’t do anything halfway…

 

Before his trial, Flat Stanley managed to bust out of the big house. His means of escape are unknown, as are his current whereabouts, but citizens are advised that he is considered armed and dangerous. (We’re not really sure what he’s armed with either, but I betcha he could give a bitch a paper cut that  would sting like hell.)

Flat Stanley Escapes

Text Reads: Somehow, Flat Stanley escaped from jail. Perhaps he concealed himself in some outgoing mail. A warrant has been issued for his arrest. He also has been placed on the wanted list by the United States Marshal. (The Wanted Poster is included here for posting in Holiday Shores, in case Flat Stanley shows up there.)

Flat Stanley is considered armed and dangerous.

If you see him, do not approach him. Instead, report the sighting to the nearest police officer. Law enforcement officers are trained in safe and effective arrest techniques. (And in the case of Flat Stanley, they will promptly mail him back to the U.S. Marshal’s Service.)

 

And so ends the saga of Flat Stanley and his adventures in Florida. It almost wasn’t the ending; as it’s told, Sandy wanted to have Kyle’s Flat Stanley delivered to his class during the class presentations by a police officer. Which, come on, how hilarious would that have been? But the idea was kibashed because, according to Kyle, it would have scarred him. I couldn’t really get a full explanation out of him other than, “Because my Flat Stanley would be a bad person, therefore I would be a bad person. Yeah, I was a weird kid.” Ah, well. So here the story ends. Stanley is still at large, Kyle was only mildly traumatized, and the adults got (and still continue to get) a good laugh.

And Sandy’s title of Most Bad-Ass Aunt Ever was cemented permanently.

(Well, that, plus being an Assistant US Attorney. And all the marathons she’s run. A wicked sense of humor and deadly intelligence.  That time she got Janet Reno to dance around with a mop. The fact that she has attended an Inaugural Ball and road in Obama’s motorcade. Okay, so there’s a lot of reasons Sandy’s a bad-ass aunt, but let’s just say it started with Flat Stanley.)

Happy birthday, Sandy.

Happy birthday, Sandy.

 

 


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Feeling Grape!

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Entirely too late to be considered appropriate, the reveal of my purple hair! The truth is, I’ve been sporting it for about six weeks now, but the sheer lack of moments when I wasn’t working, wearing a ski helmet, or sporting pajama pants meant that I never got a picture of my violet locks before [...]


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