Hoarders Remains The Gift That Keeps On Giving
Every time I watch an episode of Hoarders, a giant sense of calm washes over me. Because no matter how bad things get, I know that I am not that person who holds on to take-out menus from 1989. For its season finale, Hoarders outdoes itself by examining a man who hoards rats. As in, vermin. I can’t even begin to fathom what kind of trauma this man had to endure to be attracted to such a thing but I can’t wait to find out! Aren’t screwed-up people just the best?
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It started with a right swipe, a little green heart. Tinder of course.
Though I acknowledge and appreciate the differences in human experiences, and while your heartbreak is (and always will be) uniquely and completely your own, I must urge you to consider that I have been where you are.
With his hat cocked back, body tilted away from his cane, and right forefinger pointing directly at his audience, Joseph Ducreux commands the attention of those viewing his self-portrait.
I was born in 1990; he was born in 1973. I’m 23; he just turned 40.