Pinterest Is Appalling
My life is basically diametrically opposed to some of the most popular pins. Look, I’ve got proof:
In what universe does someone’s closet look like that? These are all bigger than my entire living room, kitchen, and bathroom combined.
My version: Leaving my clothes in an “artful” heap on the floor. Look, this is NYC. It’s fine. My clothes pile could probably be in some gallery as a critique of the stagnant layers of soul-crushing oppression and obligation that start to encroach upon your life as soon as you graduate from college, leaving a literal stumbling block in your way as you try to find your way in the world.