Marcela and Ryan Marshall live in a well-to-do part of Brooklyn's popular Park Slope neighborhood, but pay a (relatively) microscopic monthly rent of $300. If that seems unlikely, it's because of an arrangement that's a little unorthodox, but — as they're quick to point out — not without precedent: Their apartment doesn't have a bathroom, so they use chamberpots, as the building's first tenants did nearly 150 years earlier.
"But not just any chamberpots," Marcela said one recent afternoon, as she sat with Ryan on the stoop in front of their apartment. "We have some lovely ones from an artist in Red Hook who glazes them with sea glass."
Always fix the first thing that breaks, because then if something else breaks, you'll hesitate to get it fixed out of embarrassment that the fixer will see you've had something else broken the whole time. Even more complicated is when the first thing breaks and you do call to get it fixed, except the landlord can't actually fix it properly and says he'll be back to fully fix it another time, but then he never comes back, and you get sort of used to it being broken. And then when the second thing breaks, you don't call him, because you figure he'll show up and say, "oh, I forgot [...]
The Comme des Garçons warehouse sale is the kind of New York-y event you either understand or you don’t. You either understand why you would happily wait in line for 45 minutes to strip down to your underwear next to a total stranger to try on a deeply discounted plaid shirt that has built-in fabric tumors that obscure your boobs, or you don’t. For those of us who know and love Rei Kawakubo’s designs, it all makes sense.
Yet even those who know and love may have a moment of uncertainty. When I entered the building where the CDG warehouse sale was held this weekend — it ends today — [...]
An anonymous source "familiar with the company's New York plans" has revealed that "Starbucks cannot be the public bathroom in the city anymore," due to long lines and the fact that Starbucks employees have to wait in them, too. Apparently a few will stay public, however, meaning that "If you are a tourist," per the mystery Starbucks-bathroom Deep Throat, "you will not know which Starbucks has a bathroom."
"The idea was that they spend the entire night chatting and getting to know each other to decide if they wanted to get married. I see bundling as a really important step in the journey towards marriage becoming a marriage of personal choice, rather than something you're just forced into by your parents for economic reasons. Because you don't have to marry the man or woman after the night of bundling." —While discussing her new book 'If Walls Could Talk: An Intimate History of the Home,' the delightful historian Lucy Worsley touches on the practice of bundling, in which 17th-century parents would "allow their daughter [...]
Oh wow, okay, I’ve had this happen. If it’s unplungeable because it’s obstructed, you can stick a snake down there — just a plain one from the hardware store, no fancy anything required — wiggle it around, and see if that helps…loosen things. (There’s no way to be delicate about this sort of thing, is there?) If it doesn’t, get yourself a really, really, really long rubber glove, because you’re going to have to go in there and do things by hand. Just feel around and pull out whatever horror is blocking the mouth. (Real Housewives Free Association Break: does anyone remember [...]