Today's Times story about apartment dealbreakers had me puzzled for a while. One guy profiled constantly catches crap from women because of the taxidermied seal in his living room (even though he didn't club it to death himself, that would count as points in his favor in my book). Another got dumped by his peacenik boyfriend after he moved into a multi-million-dollar apartment (capitalist!). The story lists stuffed animals, threadbare inter-galactic-themed sheets and Lego collections as insurmountable impediments to romance.
As I read through these dealbreakers, I couldn't help but think that your average Times reader is kind of an uptight wuss if they let a wayward bong or too-large shoe collection get in the way of potential true love. But then I thought about it a little longer and realized that I was the one with the problem. With a mounting sense of shame I realized I wouldn't even notice inappropriate bedding or overhead lighting . . . because I have an ex-boyfriend who used a dirty rolled-up sweater as a pillow.