About
I’m 26, overeducated, underemployed, psychotically depressed, and utterly inept when it comes to keeping house. Like a lot of kids of my generation, nobody showed me how to cook, clean, fix stuff or garden (forget sewing and craftwork; I’m leaving that to the nincompoops at etsy.)I like living well, but most of the media out there, in print and on the Web, are so predicated on this ludicrous idea of having it all - even when they don’t include work in the mountain of shit we have to do. The new lifestyle ideal has you whipping up three organic, nutritionally balanced meals a day while holding down a fulfilling, lucrative job with time left over to see to the dishes, crocheting, your sex life, and (WTF?!) kids.
I don’t want to know anyone who takes this paradigm seriously, and I don’t really have a problem with those poor deluded souls who do. I’m happy when there are no weird smells in my apartment and I have a little brass to blow on booze and cigarettes. I experiment in my garden because I can’t afford therapy. Sometimes I get a wild hare up my ass and try to cook something. And I thought it’d be a lark to document my (usually ill-fated) efforts.
So you go on and try to have it all. On a good day, I’m barely scraping by.
