For as long as I can remember, I’ve been captivated by what I fondly call my “life porn.” Whether it’s the gorgeous images in Sunset magazine, the elegant layouts of Real Simple, or the chic aesthetics of Pottery Barn’s catalog, I have always found joy in these glossy pages. The arrival of Ikea’s annual idea book? That’s practically a national holiday in my world. Even the humble Dixieline Lumber circular, or the quirky catalog featuring flowy garments and Buddha wall art, has been a guilty pleasure at various points in my life. Enter Pinterest, a veritable treasure trove that offers an endless supply of inspiration for everything from floral designs and up-cycled fashion to unique deck layouts and artisanal pickles.
Throughout the years, these sources of inspiration have imparted valuable lessons. For instance, a recent edition of Sunset revealed that a true camping experience should feature a signature cocktail, ideally concocted with craft bourbon sourced from a quaint Oregon town. Here I was, breezily bringing along a six-pack of river-chilled beer, blissfully unaware of the elevated camping beverage standards.
“Dressing well” used to mean merely ensuring my undergarments weren’t on public display and that my shoes matched. Now, thanks to the (ironically named) Real Simple, I’ve learned that my beloved round-toe nude ballet flats are a fashion faux pas, shortening my legs by an annoying half-centimeter. Out they go, and in comes the pointy-toed version! Who knew that such a small change could enhance my life so profoundly?
Then there are the freckles I once embraced, which, post-40, have been rebranded as “age spots.” Thankfully, a five-step regimen involving a cocktail of ingredients promises to diminish their appearance. I’m sure I’ll be unrecognizable without them, but clearly, it’s crucial—there’s even a four-page spread dedicated to it!
Without this life porn, I wouldn’t have realized that every electronic device in our home is a potential breeding ground for germs. After shaking off the image of a grad student counting “fecal matter” molecules released with each toilet flush, I understood the urgency of sanitizing my devices for two hours a week, instead of indulging in much more enjoyable activities like reading or strolling along the beach.
In a moment of weakness, I once attended a picnic with a disorganized assortment of fridge leftovers—half a carton of cherry tomatoes, some tortilla chips, and a half-eaten hummus. But after consulting my life porn, I realized that if I wanted to avoid embarrassment, I should be serving up pressed vegan banh mi or, at the very least, recreate a West Coast-inspired clambake. Instead, I just brought an old beach towel to sit on.
The glossy images in these magazines cast a spell on me. I long to emulate that perfect life, complete with impeccably arranged throw pillows and trendy culinary delights. In my more irrational moments (often after a second glass of wine), I convince myself that preparing homemade pea and mint ravioli or donning that $200 skirt will somehow transform my reality. This is particularly tempting when my son insists he doesn’t need to shower, even as I can smell the bean burritos he’s consumed for the third time this week, all while surrounded by a dining room littered with Cheerios, despite not recalling the last time I bought any.
I dream of joining that picturesque gathering of a diverse group, enjoying smoked duck and sipping on grapefruit-rosemary cocktails beneath a stunning sunset. But let’s be real; it’s all an illusion, a fairytale for adults. Sure, I could craft that Instagram-worthy life if I quit my job, ditched my hobbies, and evicted the three messy humans I live with. But I enjoy my work, cherish my interests, and am rather fond of those three humans. Plus, attempting to recreate Pinterest perfection in the fleeting moments I have left over from my actual life is utterly exhausting.
So, I’m making a conscious effort to break up with this relentless pursuit of self-improvement. Like any good 12-stepper or mindful practitioner, I’m starting by recognizing the issue: My life porn keeps me trapped in a cycle of striving for unattainable perfection, and it doesn’t bring me joy.
Now, I just need to figure out my next steps, which I’ll contemplate after whipping up the fire-roasted poblano sauce for the enchiladas I found on that picture-perfect food blog that seems ideal for tonight’s guests. Baby steps, folks. Baby steps.
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Summary
The author reflects on the unrealistic standards set by lifestyle magazines and Pinterest, acknowledging the pressure to achieve a perfect life. This pursuit often leads to dissatisfaction and exhaustion as they strive to emulate the flawless images in their “life porn.” Ultimately, the piece emphasizes the importance of recognizing this cycle and taking small steps towards personal fulfillment.
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