The Single Woman's Apartment

Expect All-Fluff-Sabotabby until mid-week, when my brain is likely to return. I hope. Anyway, Jill at Feministe linked to this Gawker article that really has the makings of a meme. Can you tell if a woman is single just from looking at her apartment? While I tend to mock "men are all like this, women are all like this" sorts of articles, there are certain things about someone's lifestyle that one can discern from looking at one's apartment. The first thing is that judging by the following checklist, I am either not female or getting incredible amounts of sex:

( Evidence under the cut )

I fared even worse on the list that Jill pulled from the article's comments:

( Underwear? Under here. )

Okay, but there is something about my place that screams "two young women live here, and no boys." In an attempt to discern what it was, I thought of how my place looked when I was living with a guy. And the biggest difference I could think of was that my current place is much cleaner. And there's no ugly Celtics rug hanging on the wall. I mean, I like the Celtics, but this rug was seriously fugly. I wish I'd taken a picture of it.

Other markers of an excess of femme that do apply to the Editorial Eyrie:

• Toilet paper purchases in bulk. Seriously, why don't guys ever do this?
• Toiletry bags. Again, this is a sensible thing for men to keep, but I don't think that they do.
• Bubble bath.
• Pepper spray.
• There's the bathroom book, the bedside book, and the streetcar book. I don't think that this is exclusive to women so much as that it's common amongst bookish sorts.
• Visible sewing machine.
• Knitting projects.
• Quilts.
• CD collection is uncategorized. And includes Loreena McKennitt and the Indigo Girls.
• Bowl of chocolate things.
• Reusable shopping bags/book bags.
• Whenever I get a particularly nice card or postcard, it goes on display.

I can't think of anything else offhand. What objects around your place completely give you away?

The Single Woman's Apartment

Expect All-Fluff-Sabotabby until mid-week, when my brain is likely to return. I hope. Anyway, Jill at Feministe linked to this Gawker article that really has the makings of a meme. Can you tell if a woman is single just from looking at her apartment? While I tend to mock "men are all like this, women are all like this" sorts of articles, there are certain things about someone's lifestyle that one can discern from looking at one's apartment. The first thing is that judging by the following checklist, I am either not female or getting incredible amounts of sex:

( Evidence under the cut )

I fared even worse on the list that Jill pulled from the article's comments:

( Underwear? Under here. )

Okay, but there is something about my place that screams "two young women live here, and no boys." In an attempt to discern what it was, I thought of how my place looked when I was living with a guy. And the biggest difference I could think of was that my current place is much cleaner. And there's no ugly Celtics rug hanging on the wall. I mean, I like the Celtics, but this rug was seriously fugly. I wish I'd taken a picture of it.

Other markers of an excess of femme that do apply to the Editorial Eyrie:

• Toilet paper purchases in bulk. Seriously, why don't guys ever do this?
• Toiletry bags. Again, this is a sensible thing for men to keep, but I don't think that they do.
• Bubble bath.
• Pepper spray.
• There's the bathroom book, the bedside book, and the streetcar book. I don't think that this is exclusive to women so much as that it's common amongst bookish sorts.
• Visible sewing machine.
• Knitting projects.
• Quilts.
• CD collection is uncategorized. And includes Loreena McKennitt and the Indigo Girls.
• Bowl of chocolate things.
• Reusable shopping bags/book bags.
• Whenever I get a particularly nice card or postcard, it goes on display.

I can't think of anything else offhand. What objects around your place completely give you away?