I quite honestly don’t remember the last time I unplugged my phone charger. I keep it right next to my side of the bed, ready to support my hours of doom-scrolling before my brain gives me permission to sleep. I’m lucky that I don’t have to pay much...
It’s pretty funny to think about how, a month ago, we were acting like it was only a matter of time until we were all back in the gym. Yeah, there would be some restrictions — social distancing, masks, staggered entry to reduce crowding — but it sure seemed...
Your partner could be incredible, flawless, perfection incarnate — and still annoy the hell out of you after too much time together. This has become readily apparent since the coronavirus forced us to hunker down in our homes with our significant others for months on end and,...
It’s a tale as old as time: Store spaghetti sauce in Tupperware just once, and you might as well kiss that once-clear plastic container goodbye forever. Doesn’t matter what you do, either — send the orange-tinged monstrosity through the dishwasher, scrub it with steel wool, spray it...
When your home or apartment is so freakin hot that you feel swaddled in a wet rag that’s been microwaved on high; when sweat seems to be erupting out of your pores; when there is zero wind passing through your open windows — what the hell do...
By now, hopefully, we’ve all settled into a nice little routine in relative COVID isolation that involves getting out of bed each morning, walking 10 steps to work in the other room (or, let’s face it, rolling over in bed and grabbing the computer), #riseandgrind-ing for X...
There’s almost always a glob of my hair clung to the walls of my shower. I put it there intentionally so I can throw it in the trash and not clog the drain. It’s an abject sight, and my boyfriend hates it, but art is controversial, you know?...
Few things strike fear into my heart like a bathroom without a loud-ass fan. You know the kind I’m talking about — it’s not even clear if they’re actually circulating the air, but they sound like someone’s riding a dirtbike in the ceiling and that’s what counts. I...
I’ve always thought that the crisper drawers in refrigerators just existed for organizational purposes. Not once did I stop to ask myself why they were called “crisper” drawers — that’s someone else’s business. But apparently, they’re not just drawers. Or at least, they’re hypothetically not just drawers. As the name suggests,...
Many apartment hoppers, accustomed to ancient appliances and sputtering sinks, can only dream of someday having a dishwasher. When that day comes, they hope, life will finally feel comfortable. In the time they’d normally spend scrubbing plates and soaking utensils, they can instead read a book, water a plant or whatever else people...
This week, at long last, I received a much expected email from my gym alerting me to the fact that it was reopening — with a long list of modifications, of course: Also expected was the small print at the bottom of the email, which stated that the...
It may be the year 2020, but living in a home with a dishwasher is still a luxury to many. Hand washing dishes after each and every meal is a necessary evil across much of the world, and with much of that same world in some level...