In the Seattle Post-Intelligencer yesterday, some Scary Sadshaw (yes, we stole that phrase from Gawker's Emily Gould) writes about how she recently got creeped out by watching a scary movie at 3 a.m. in her own apartment. She calls it being "scared single." For singles, she argues, "Fear is a luxury [because] after all, when you find a spider the size of a baseball mitt in your bathtub, you're the one who has to get rid of it." As someone who has lived alone, lived with female roommates, and with a boyfriend, I have to say that while I never felt UNsafe living alone, I feel safer living with my dude. I have been known to make him investigate noises, but mostly because I'm too lazy to get out of bed. I'd say the spider killing is a 50/50 proposition. I felt safest of all, though, living with two female roommates, because we were all in different bedrooms. My thinking was like this: if someone is going to come in and murder us, my bedroom is furthest from the front door. That chick whose room is facing the street is totally fucked though. Whoops!
Scared Single: Living Alone Only Seems To Amplify Spooky Situations [Seattle Post-Intelligencer]