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| The probelm with living in a house with six bathrooms is that you actually have to clean all of them. And, since I am the youngest member of my family that is able to wield the almighty toilet bowl brush without falling into the actual bowl, I am always stuck with the job. Needless to say, bathroom duty sucks. It's not as if anyone in my family has chronic and uncontrollable diarrhea or anything. It's just the whole process of getting down and dirty with the urine stains in the thing. The toilet itself doesn't smell that bad, but Christ, for the love of capitalistic profits, someone tell the toilet bowl cleaner companies that the scent of shit on shit is definitely not doing anything for their sales. Luckily today I only had to clean five bathrooms, because my mom thought she'd punish my dad by demoting him from lawn mowing duty to cleaning the cold as balls bathroom in the basement. It really says something about a family when social rank is based off of which chores you're assigned to do in the house. You see, me, being the lowly servant-girl, I am assigned to washing dishes and cleaning toilets for an indefinite amount of time. Perhaps until my parents are sent to the nursing homes or until I have a 'coming of age' moment, in which case I would be promoted to vacuuming. Ah, the prestige. My mother, being the matriarch of this tiny political unit I'd like to dub "Communist Asian Graduate Students who are more Fascist Immigrant Chic than you," only has to dust lightly around the house and drive the kids to spy on other capitalistic political units, otherwise known as the activity of 'soccer practise.' Silly Americans, and they think that the game was for good natured fun. How did they ever outlast the Soviet Union? My father, finally, being the bread winner, but, being a scholar, is naturally below my mother, is sentenced to an eternity of lawn mowing, even though he's fatally allergic to nature. Serves him right for being a smart ass and for trying to disprove Einstein's Special Theory of Relativity. Oh and my sister. We're just fattening her up so that she can haul us to work by chains attached to hooks pierced through the skin of her back. Now why aren't Americans more like us? |
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| What makes you think Americans arent? Lol, as the lone girl I always pulled bathroom or kitchen duty, or both. Until I revolted by actually moving out. Seriously, your entry was hilarious. |
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