In preparation for our move to Nashville, my boyfriend Nick and I took Ami’s advice and decided to sell most of our stuff instead of spending the money to move it 2,300 miles. So for the past few weeks, we’ve been welcoming a string of Craigslist buyers into our home as we clear out all of our furniture and pretty much every other non-essential item we own. It’s been a bit stressful, but mostly liberating. In honor of Spring Cleaning Week, I thought it would be fun to document some of the lessons I’ve learned from the experience, because selling stuff on Craigslist is a great way to clear out clutter, even if you’re not moving across the country… Keep reading »
South by Southwest, the annual music/film/tech/excuse to eat tacos festival, began last week. It’s a great way to see a bunch of bands and network, we suppose, but it’s also an opportunity to make new friends, in exchange for “services.” At least according to one Craigslist poster, who offered perhaps one of the creepier SXSW living arrangements.
So says the ad from user “Daniel,” “This is a simple deal: A free place to stay with many extras in exchange for your services.” Oh, services? What a quaint way of demanding sex! Check out the full add after the jump. Keep reading »
Only on Craigslist would you find a help wanted ad for a woman to fart on a birthday cake for $50. It’s already awkward to show up at a birthday party when you don’t know anyone, but imagine being the cake farter. You show up at the bar, dressed in your most gas-friendly outfit and a guest is like, “Hey, how do you know John?”And you’re like, “Oh, I don’t John. I’m just here to fart on his birthday cake.” Other thoughts: what’s funny about farting on a perfectly good birthday cake? That’s not humor, that’s blasphemy. I would like to talk to the person who took this cake farting gig. Please contact me. I have many questions for you. [Craigslist via Gothamist]
You may want to consider hiring San Francisco’s Premiere Birthing DJ to spin the soundtrack for your hippie birth. According to the CraigsList ad, “Sarah Palin’s gay friend” specializes in YogaTronica, WombStep, Deep Doula House, Electrowifery, and Placenta dub. So, you can choose the style that fits your birthing plan best. “What better way to bring a loved one into the world than with kindred all around, doing some form of movement that can only be described as Ecstatic Dance’s Hippier Cousin?” asks the ad. Well, I’ve never given birth, but I think it’s safe to say that I wouldn’t want a rave going on around me while I was pushing a baby out of my vagina. But that’s just me. Ditto for a placenta poetry circle. Either this is the most finely written piece of parody or birthing DJs are a thing. I sure hope it’s the former. [Craigslist]
For as long as we’re aware of other people’s dirty bits and sexual desires, we’re aware of how funny it can be to talk about them. My niece, for instance, thinks that “butt” is the funniest word in the English language. But she’s six. The grown-up version of “Ha ha, butt!” are those conversations — either whispered sotto voce or way-too-loud after a few too many cocktails — about other people’s personal lives, particularly the parts we’re not supposed to know. She did what? He wanted to put his thingy where? Oh my God. EW.
I’m not above finding the TMI details of other people’s private lives fascinating. Or sharing my own. Hey, the dude who wanted to lock me inside a dog cage and pee on me makes for an interesting story. (Hopefully he has found someone less claustrophobic to fulfill that pecadillo.) It satisfies the same morbid curiosity that wants to see celebrity nude pics. We want to know what other people are packing, I suppose so we can compare it against ourselves.
But there’s a point where a line needs to be drawn. It needs to be drawn hard. We need to stop posting people’s real-life personal, private, sexual information on the Internet for the purpose of mocking or shaming them. Keep reading »
Need a used car? You may want to consider Bristol Palin’s Dodge Challenger. It’s a 2010 model with only 14,510 miles. You can get it on Craigslist for $27,500 (OBO). And yes, it’s really hers. There’s a picture of her and Tripp standing next to it. Any takers?
Why she would put her car up for sale on CL is beyond me. There are more discreet and reliable ways to sell a used vehicle. Unless she’s trying to get more for it than it’s worth by using her “celebrity” power. Hmmmm. [Buzzfeed]
Guys, this Craigslist poster was so inspired by Shoshanna on “Girls” that he’s now offering his services as a sex mentor to shy, virginal women everywhere. Doesn’t someone want to take him up on his offer to “mentor” someone out of their virginity. Enjoy! Check out the rest of the post after the jump. [Craigslist]
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Office work is such a bore, am I right? Which is why this offer to just sit around listening to this “writer” tell “stories” and type them out sounds like a really great job opportunity. Of course, he’s not looking to pay just anyone to be his muse: you’ve got to be an attractive female and a good listener. You don’t even need to be a good speller, because he’s got someone for that. And don’t worry, the stories are “mostly really good.” I mean, he says they are, so they must be. [Craigslist]
Some clueless person in Brooklyn is looking for women to speak openly about not liking Ryan Gosling. Seriously, dude? It’s Not. Gonna. Happen. [Craigslist]
We’ve read our fair share of weird missed connections — car accidents, “You were the drunk girl,” or “You’re a cocktail waitress at the Hustler Casino.” But, this one trumps all. Listed in Los Angeles’ “M4W” section and called “I grabbed your boobs on Sunset,” it tells the tale of a man who tripped, tried to grab onto something to find the nearest thing to be a girl’s boobs, and in the process he ripped off her shirt… Keep reading »