Late Monday evening/early Tuesday morning, my boyfriend emailed me a GQ article entitled, “F@*# Top Sheets,” while lying next to me in bed. It was the next move in our perpetual battle surrounding whether or not to make our bed with a top sheet, and it was a stupid one, because he apparently forgot that I work at a…
On Thursday, Eater posted about this couch-cum-bed-cum-body bag, comparing it to a “taco,” “burrito,” and “burger in a bun.” Eater probably thought, “This is good content for us because we write about food.” They were wrong, because the thing is actually a vagina, and that is what Jezebel writes about, and also back…
I'll admit it: I love what IKEA's been up to lately. They're making high-tech however affordable desks. They're reissuing simple but sophisticated midcentury modern designs. And now, they're bringing a whole slew of drop dead gorgeous furniture to the United States, much of which is made of solid wood. I love it.
Like sex, the history of cosleeping is fraught with suspicion and fear and irrationality. And a heaping spoonful of Satan.
Would you spend over $170,000 for a new bed? I would, no joke, if I wasn't totally anal retentive about always having lots of savings "just in case." Anyway, $170,000 is how much the current World's Most Expensive bed costs, created by Savoir Beds, dubbed the "Royal State."
Apparently sales of single beds are down, and kids are "demanding" that they get double beds, so that they'll have plenty of room for their laptops, iphones and ipads. According to the Daily Mail, a double bed has been sold for a child as young as two.
The folks at British hotel chain Premier Inn released a very scientific (read: not at all scientific) study claiming that one in 10 couples argue about what side of the bed to sleep on. AND THAT THIS CONFLICT ENDS ONE IN TWO OF THOSE RELATIONSHIPS. Jkjk, it doesn't mean shit.
There's a terrifying new trend threatening to destroy lives across Britain. And that trend is: bigger beds.
Apparently, people aren't sleeping together anymore. It's Leave It To Beaver, but with different rationales.
There is nothing like the blissful, thoroughly entangled sleep enjoyed in the arms of a new beau... to remind you of the cruel impermanence of first love, the dopaminal mirage that is the notion you can ever be truly content with someone else, how monogamy sucks and nothing ever lasts etc. etc. etc. Know what I mean?…