Much unlike many a magazine editor who recommends you buy all sorts of crap that they most likely got for free, your Jezebel staff doesn’t get jack shit (other than books, unsolicited). And that’s how it should be. But on our own time, in our personal lives, we still buy stuff. So this is Worth It, our recommendation of random things that we’ve actually spent our own money on. These are the things we buy regularly or really like, things we’d actually tell our friends about. And now we’re telling you.
When it comes to clothes and paperwork/mail/magazines, I can be pretty sloppy — papers get scattered and stepped on; there’s a pile of clothes spilling out of my closet right now. But I cannot tolerate a dirty-looking bathroom. A gunky tub is grody, a dingy sink creeps me out, a dirty toilet is unspeakably disgusting. There were some dark, dark years when I lived in a tiny hovel slum apartment where the shower could never really get clean. But I’m in a new space, with a old-tymey but nicely renovated bathroom, and I make an effort to keep in fresh and sanitary between in-depth cleanings. In addition to myself, my dog is in the bathroom a lot because he’s paper trained and that’s where his Wee Wee pads are. So I’m cleaning up after both of us.
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