the dangers of Pinterest

I have what I'd like to call a "mutually beneficial" relationship with Pinterest.  I give it my attention, time, hopes, and dreams.  It gives me inspiration, happiness, and more pretty things than I can shake a stick at.  We're very happy together.  I can type in something as simple as "hairdos", and it gives me this loveliness:

Thank you.  I don't mind if I do.

But at the same time, it's just as likely to suggest this hairdo for me:

NO, PINTEREST.  Bad, bad Pinterest!  That hairdo is hideous.  

Go to your room and think about what you've done.

I'm optimistic that I'll be able to train it over time, but nauseating images like that sometimes shake my resolve.  I need to go look at impeccably-organized home offices to restore the precarious balance of our relationship.