It’s apparently unofficial International Housework Week, because like literally every media outlet has run stories on housework — it’s liberating! it leads to respiratory diseases! It’s a college major! it’s a dying art! — so Anna’s making me do a post on it. Which, well… to quote my roommate: “You? Housework? What do you know about housework??” And you know, I like to to think of myself as a cluttered-but-clean person, so I ran into my room (the only place in the apartment untouched by her tendencies to “VirGo Crazy” as they put it) and wiped as much crap off the floors — including under the bed! — and other dust-inclined surfaces and yielded, I’m slightly ashamed to say, a clump of nastiness Anna made me put after the jump.