Airing my dirty laundry.

To go totally against the SGCE (Single Girl's Code of Ethics), I am going to reveal to you one of my SSB's (Secret Single Behaviors). SSB's are very real, and vary from the cute and slightly neurotic, to the scary and psychotic.

SSB's are so real, that they even got their own episode on STC (Sex and the City).

SSB's are those things single women do, in the privacy of their own home, that they would not do if they shared their home with a significant other. In short, the crazy shit single women do, that we don't want men to see. An SSB of mine, that I have to eventually shed before cohabiting, is laundry.


From the time I was little, I knew I was fashionable. Can't you tell by the earrings and side-swept bangs? I knew then, that for the rest of my life I would have to carry this burden. As a result, I am now plagued with having lots clothes. And having lots of clothes creates an insane amount of laundry.

For most women, the size of their wardrobe does not have an effect on how often they wash clothes. But, as a woman whose laundry is classified as a SSB, I prefer to accumulate a "decent amount," before I do it. (This of course is barring those "emergency" loads of laundry consisting of items in heavy rotation, or items that are too yucky to wait).

As you can see, my "decent amount" of laundry is the size of a Mini Cooper. And the sick thing is, is that despite this massive load, my closet and dresser are still STUFFED with clothes. I don't know why I do it this way, I just do. Its been going for so long, I don't know which came first: the large wardrobe or the large laundry loads.

The reason I am confessing this particular SSB, is two fold. One, I am trying to put more and more of my neuroses out there so that I feel more normal. (Stay tuned for entries entitled, "Sometimes it Itches," and "Faces in the Mirror."). Two, I'm hoping to divulge and remedy this particular SSB so that I can make my mother happy (i.e. get married and pop out a crotch-droplet).