However one feels about Queer Eye (me, I love it, but I know some people don't, for whatever reason)--however one feels about the show, as I was saying, there's one unexpected and cool thing I've gained from watching it, which is that I find myself subjecting my own domicile, wardrobe, etc., to a certain higher level of scrutiny, and feeling emboldened to take drastic action. (In fact, neologistically, I find myself thinking of this as "queer-eyeing," as in "So I queer-eyed my kitchen this morning, and realized This must change.")
And in fact I did stand in my kitchen this morning, looking around and thinking "Oh my god," in internal Thom and/or Ted voice; and then I leapt into action. So far, I've emptied out a whole set of shelves and wiped them down, thrown out a lot of way past pull-date staples, reorganized bulk stuff (grains, beans) into nice glass jars, and figured out a whole new storage arrangement for cookware. I still have the other set of shelves to do, and the drawers, and the wiping off of all the woodwork (which has accumulated a revolting amount of greasy dust), but the day is still young, and I feel like I can actually achieve this, and every time I start to flag and dither and and stand irresolutely holding something and trying to decide whether to keep or toss, I just say to myself, "What would the Fab Five do?" And my path becomes clear. (Almost always, the verdict is "Toss." Heh.)
And in fact I did stand in my kitchen this morning, looking around and thinking "Oh my god," in internal Thom and/or Ted voice; and then I leapt into action. So far, I've emptied out a whole set of shelves and wiped them down, thrown out a lot of way past pull-date staples, reorganized bulk stuff (grains, beans) into nice glass jars, and figured out a whole new storage arrangement for cookware. I still have the other set of shelves to do, and the drawers, and the wiping off of all the woodwork (which has accumulated a revolting amount of greasy dust), but the day is still young, and I feel like I can actually achieve this, and every time I start to flag and dither and and stand irresolutely holding something and trying to decide whether to keep or toss, I just say to myself, "What would the Fab Five do?" And my path becomes clear. (Almost always, the verdict is "Toss." Heh.)