Oh BatGirl. You’re wonderful. I can not tell you how I enjoy your company, your texts, and how you’ve inspired me. This inspiration includes considering selling things on fb marketplace. And to look at the random things I could buy! (If I wasn’t trying to get rid of things.) Readers, please give BatGirl a warm welcome. You can see her other guest posts here, here, and here .There might be more.
Confession: I have become more than slightly obsessed with the Facebook Marketplace.
It started innocently enough two weeks ago when I got a notification about the new, fancy feature that is the marketplace. Intrigued I opened the menu and started to scroll. Within 3 minutes I caught myself thinking, “Oh, that’s a really nice screen room tent. I bet that would be great for camping next month.”
I should have known then.
Although I have yet to purchase anything in these two weeks (I do have my eye on a roll top desk), it’s pretty much a daily habit at this point. I’m not quite certain what the draw is, but I can’t get enough of it. Maybe it satisfies a sense of voyeurism. I am endlessly intrigued by the things people are trying to unload. While the majority of items tend to fall into the same 5 or 6 categories, i. e. label purses, furniture, appliances, jewelry, toys, and exercise equipment, a few items have left me scratching my head and wondering, “but why??”
Like a 3.5 pound tub of buttercream frosting. “Brand new, never opened.” And the 16″ statue of Pope John Paul II. And the unicycle. And the VHS tape of Whitney Houston singing the Star Spangled Banner at Superbowl 25.
Other times a photo is really worth a thousand words. For example, the user selling a green portable canopy. Rather than fully open the canopy, the seller has some poor soul standing inside the canopy with their head holding up the peak. That’s a good friend. (Although who am I kidding. If my best friend asked me to stand with a canopy on my head for a photo, I’d totally do it.)
If you haven’t had a chance to nose around the marketplace, I highly recommend it. You might find a laugh or you might find that perfect mirror for above your mantle. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to sit on the couch with my tub of buttercream frosting and watch Whitney in her glory days. With the Pope.