Obscene Interiors is a critique of the photos that men have sent into dating services. The men themselves aren’t being critiqued – in fact, they are removed from the photos – but their home furnishings are being targeted instead. Mean, but funny. And you just might learn something. [via]
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Forget the interior, I wanna see the Euro-dude kneeling on the bed in that blue room. His silhouette is rockin’ my socks.
I would love to be able to say I didn’t see that coming.
It’s comforting somehow, just admit it.
Seriously, almost all those guys live with their moms, right? I know we can be design/decor challenged (well, not me), but only old ladies do some of that stuff.
And it’s not just the straight guys, as anyone who’s surfed the gay personals will attest. It’s playing into stereotypes, I know, but I can’t help but think, “Dude, c’mon. Represent!”
I think I’ve been contacted by a few of those men. Call me shallow, but I have not responded to some men based on the interior of some of their places.
That’s what I’m saying, Megs – we can all learn a valuable lesson from these people’s mistakes.
Lesson #1: Don’t decorate with a hodgepodge of stuff from eBay, garage sales, dead relatives, or the curb, and then try to pass it off as eclectic.
There was an article on a similar topic in the NY Times last week (”It’s Not You, It’s Your Apartment”
. It’s a fairly funny (and snarky) read. I remember this one dude who was loaded, but couldn’t “seal the deal” with a woman because his bed was covered in grotty old novelty sheets from the 1970s. Another dude refused to date a woman who had a print of Gustav Klimt’s “The Kiss” hanging in her apt.
I heart the word “grotty.”
I feel the same about LeRoy Nieman prints. Dealbreaker.
I once got a ‘fan letter’ from a woman (in lingerie) with a framed print of “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” (you know the one, it has Elvis, James Dean and Marilyn in a ‘Nighthawks at the Diner’ homage) hanging above her bed. It was creepy. Very creepy.
There is someting really sad about that being the print hanging above the bed. But I guess if you’re sending scantily clad photos of yourself to a radio DJ, your love life really IS a boulevard of broken dreams.
Touche, Ken.
“Speakers are not shelves or pedestals. They’re just speakers.”
Hee.
Holy cow – American Flag fetuses, I laughed so hard I knocked the dried flower arrangement off my speaker!!!
Har!