“Cleanliness” is such relative concept that hardly anyone thinks of herself as a dirty person. We all believe we’re neat and clean enough, because, well, it’s our B.O., sandwich crumbs, and long strands of hair we’re living with. (At least you think it’s hair!) But an honest assessment may tell a different story. If your mom/mother-in-law/Martha Stewart were popping by for a visit, would you really just swipe the top of the stove with a Clorox Disinfecting Wipe and call it a day? Thought not. That, my dirty friends, is why we have Jolie Kerr. Keep reading »
At the beginning of our relationship, my now-wife “Charlotte” came over to my place for the first time and my room was immaculate. The pens and pencils on my desk were organized in straight lines. You could have bounced a quarter off my bed. Even the photos and posters on the wall were a study in flawless geometric alignment.
Charlotte just thought I was a “neat freak” at first, which, honestly, isn’t such a bad characteristic when you start seeing someone. But as time passed, she realized that my neat and clean ways went much deeper than just about being organized. After we moved in together, Charlotte started noticing some odd behaviors. For example, if something isn’t arranged just the way I like it on the desk, my breathing becomes heavy and I have a mini panic attack until the disorganized piles became organized piles. The first time she witnessed this, she thought I was overreacting and told me to “calm down — it’s just a little bit messy.” Yet my mind couldn’t think of anything else but the books that weren’t perfectly aligned, the pile of paper that wasn’t neatly stacked, the odd objects — a pen, a lighter, and some sunglasses — that were strewn about without any care about their placement in relationship to all of the other objects. I couldn’t continue on with my day without organizing that desk. So I sat down and organized it as Charlotte looked on with consternation.
She suddenly knew that she was in a relationship with someone who has obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD). Keep reading »
Whether your last relationship was a brief affair or years in the making, breakups are always tough to handle. For many of us, the five stages of grief include sulking, series binging on your favorite TV shows, drowning your sorrows with multiple pints of Ben & Jerry’s, and staunch avoidance. Still surrounded by mementos of your ex and your relationship, sometimes the easiest response to your emotional state is to sit on the couch and do nothing at all. That is, until your best friend comes over to deliver a much-needed pep talk and finds you buried beneath a pile of post-relationship clutter.
With a little push, you admit that it’s time to get organized and get on with your life. To help guide the process of cleaning up after the breakup, here are five simple tips for excising your ex and all his/her stuff from your home: Keep reading »
People love to speculate as to whether or not porn for women exists. I can’t answer definitively, but if it does exist, it features a bunch of scantily-clad cadets doing chores and dancing to techno music. Um, never have I ever seen a man mop the floor by doing the worm. But I’m not mad at it. [Jezebel]
I’m an an undomestic goddess of the highest order. I believe I’ve mentioned that I hate to cook so you probably wouldn’t be that surprised to learn that I hate to clean. YET … if you walked into my apartment, you would think it was clean. How do I do make this magical illusion happen? Full disclosure: I do pay someone to deep clean my apartment one to two times a month. It’s the most worthwhile $100 I’ve ever spent. BUT ALSO, I am the master at straightening up. I don’t clean, I straighten. If you’re like me — unwilling to break out a single cleaning product when you’re having company over — then you’ll appreciate my super lazy cleaning tips. Use them well and try not to judge me. Keep reading »
Are any of you guys drunk cleaners? I’m not (I’m more of a drunk napper, myself), but a bunch of my friends are. After a few drinks, they want nothing more than to grab a mop, duster, or sponge and go on an intoxicated neat freak rampage. The next day they wake up to a hangover and a spotless home. Luckies. To celebrate Spring Cleaning Week, I thought it would be fun to come up with a list of drink pairings for drunk cleaners. What’s the best cocktail to sip while vacuuming? Which tropical beverage should you reach for while doing the dishes? Click through to find out!
It’s Spring Cleaning Week here at The Frisky, and in addition to tips on how to organize your makeup and clean out your dating life, I thought it would be an excellent time to pay homage to the movies, TV shows, music, and podcasts that we like to absentmindedly watch and/or listen to while we straighten up the living room and scrub the kitchen floor. After the jump, check out The Frisky staff’s preferred cleaning soundtracks and shows (including two votes for “The Real Housewives,”) and please share your own in the comments! Keep reading »
My boyfriend and I moved in together about three months ago, and all is going well. We have what I think is a pretty nice division of labor. He does all the cooking and food shopping, and I do the cleaning, no big deal. Since we’ve started dating/cohabitating, my general understanding of how to cook has gone down by, like, a zillion points. These days I have a really hard time feeding myself if my boyfriend hasn’t made something (thank you Seamless). Keep reading »
All this month The Frisky is serving up holiday gift guides to help you pick presents for everyone on your list. Here, we’ve got gifts for the clean freak in your life … Keep reading »