Why I'm Not Ashamed of Having a Housekeeper
"Oh hey, mind if I use your bathroom really quick?" The panic. The sinking dread. The cold sweat. For such a simple question, posed by a friend kind enough to drop me off at home who simply needs to answer the call of nature and would like a little act of generosity repaid in kind, my response is one of sheer incapacitating terror. "Um." "You know what, it's fine, don't worry about." Guilt. "No, no, no, of course, come in, of course you can use my bathroom." What kind of person am I? The kind who hates — hates — cleaning. It's not that I think other people love cleaning. (False: I have at least two friends who really, really , like to clean, but it's kind of an OCD thing for them.) It's just that, of all of the many, many things I can choose to do with my time, cleaning will come dead last. "But everyone feels that way, it's just something you have to do!" I know. I know! But when I think about how I co...