Roommates get a bad rap. And often, for good reason. I’ve had some seriously insane ones. There was the girl who made everyone leave their socks outside and the guy who left an imprint of his balls on our bathroom floor where he powdered them every morning. He was fun! The four years I spent living on my own were absolute bliss. I dropped my underwear in the middle of the floor, slept with the TV on if I felt like it (I like to fall asleep to infomercials) and sang Queen songs at the top of my lungs. But when I moved back to NYC, financial necessity dictated that I have a roommate. As luck would have it, there was a vacancy in my best friend’s apartment. I say best friend, but I should also mention she was my roommate in college for three years, so I knew we could cohabitate peacefully. In total, we’ve lived together for eight years now. Sure, I look forward to living alone someday again. Or maybe, if I’m lucky, with a romantic partner. But there are so many wonderful perks of having a (non-crazy) roommate. Check them out after the jump. Keep reading »
Most of us either have already experienced or will eventually experience the roommate who is just a little too open with their sex lives. I have definitely been kept awake by muffled moans, creaking beds, dirty talk and noises that cannot be defined while sharing a place with someone else. One of my friends even told me that she walked in on her very skinny male roommate while a rather voluptuous woman was gagging him.
Most of us are willing to put up with the occasional roommate sexcapade. But one Massachusetts college student says she has had enough — and she sued for $150K. Keep reading »
Living with other human beings is hard. Like really hard. And sometimes if it’s your best friend, it’s even harder. How do you tell someone you love that they need to do their own dishes and turn the TV volume down and stop having loud sex every single night.
We feel you. In fact, we are you and that’s why we’re giving you some solutions. Read more…
I suspect that it is a universal (and perverse) hobby of college upperclassmen and graduates alike to terrify rising freshman with cautionary roommate stories of horror. This past summer, it seemed like all I had to do was mention the fact that I was about to start college and aforementioned upperclassmen/graduates would inquire about my roommate situation. Did I request a roommate? Did I know who she was? Until a couple of weeks before I left for school, the answers were always “no” and “I did not.” Apparently, these honest answers were basically invitations to terrify me with stories of the ill-adjusted and insane human beings assigned to live with whomever I might have been talking to. So, believe me, I was prepared for the worst.
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Roommates are a wild bunch, by nature, by definition. A major part of the college experience is being thrown in with a complete stranger and forced to live with them, adapt to them and somehow learn to get along without killing one another. In my view, given the roommates I’ve had over the years, they should start giving out degrees just for that, but no, no. You’re expected to figure it out all your own. We’ve devised a handy guide to some of the most difficult-to-get-along-with roommates. When in doubt, use it as a reference, or don’t be afraid to “accidentally” set it as the homepage on your roommate’s computer. Just saying. And don’t forget to click here for more back to school content! Keep reading »
It’s time again for “Dear Wendy Updates,” a feature where people I’ve given advice to in the past let us know whether they followed the advice and how they’re doing today. After the jump, we hear from “Almost Ex Friend,” whose best friend of almost 20 years had been fading out of her life. Still, they remained on the same sports league, so avoiding each other completely was out of the question. After the jump, find out how she and the friendship are doing today. Keep reading »