Ask UfYH: There’s No Right Way to Clean

Don’t get me wrong; there are plenty of ineffective ways to clean, but most of them involve whatever you’re cleaning ending up dirtier than when you started. For almost everything, though, there’s no one correct way to clean something, and thinking that there is just leads to a whole lot of nothing getting done. Read More Ask UfYH: There’s No Right Way to Clean

Ask UfYH: There’s No Right Way to Clean

Don’t get me wrong; there are plenty of ineffective ways to clean, but most of them involve whatever you’re cleaning ending up dirtier than when you started. For almost everything, though, there’s no one correct way to clean something, and thinking that there is just leads to a whole lot of nothing getting done. Read More Ask UfYH: There’s No Right Way to Clean

Ask UfYH: You Can’t Make Someone Care

Q: How do you get someone to care about cleaning? My SO helps me clean because I ask them to, but they literally do not get the point of cleaning. What are the magic words to illustrate what will happen if I don’t clean up?

A: You can’t, and there aren’t any. Read More Ask UfYH: You Can’t Make Someone Care

Awkwardette’s Ill-Advised Guide to Getting it On: The OkCupid Paradox

Have I told you lately how I fucking hate OkCupid? Hate it the way you hate a sibling when you’re eight years old, and they keep tattling on you and getting you into all this trouble and then the second your mom turns around they sock you in the arm, but like, when you say something about it, you get yelled at even though you’re totally not the one that did anything wrong. It’s bullshit.

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What Do You Do?

I’m meeting someone new. Maybe this time it’s a friend of a friend or even that cute boy at the bar I’ve been making eyes at all night. It’s always the third question. Right after they ask my name and how I know our mutual friend, or if I live around here. Read More What Do You Do?

Loving and Grieving

One of the curses of love is that if you love someone enough, their pain becomes your pain. Friends, family members, significant others: the more people you love, the more chances you have to get your heart broken.  I’m speaking specifically of grief. In 2010, I had occasion to watch more than one person I love (as it happens, close friends) deal with a devastating loss. These weren’t my losses; I was a spectator, a participant in the grieving process rather than a grieving person myself. Read More Loving and Grieving