The internet is for chumps

Fans of this website will perhaps remember a certain house from the "worst of suburban Illinois" post. I'm here to alert you to the fact that the interior of said house may in fact be the pinnacle of what has been dubbed by my colleague Cocaine Decor as "Cocaine Decor." This 1990 house has lived rent free in my brain for a while, and now it will live rent free in all of yours. It sits at $1.1 million USD and precisely 10,000 square feet, each of which exists in ignorance of the Light of God.

Remember her? I wish I didn't. Anyway.

The Lawyer Foyer

I would actually venture that this is the most reasonable and bland room in this house, but it sets the tone for what is to come: baffling art, even more baffling curtains, and the most baffling carpet choices to ever be offered in a catalog. Also from this angle it's really funny.

The Sitting Room

Ok does anyone else here from the aught's internet remember vintage Art.com and its kind of weird kitschy art prints? I used to spend hours on that website amassing pictures of lemons and limes because children are weird.

Living Room

I quilt and I KNOW how much fabric costs. Also I really want to do some kind of research project on late 90s-early 2000s "modernism" which is basically like "what if we took modernism and made it really chunky." If you were working as an industrial designer during that time and can help me figure out what in the world was happening, please hit me up in the Twitter DMs @mcmansionhell.

Kitchen

hmm getting some Eyes Wide Shut vibes from all this... kinda sus...

Main Bedroom

Viral Tweet Voice: Tiger King was 10,000 years ago. Remember sourdough starters??? Hobbies taken up with manic urgency??? Washing groceries??? How young we were. How foolish.

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Give me some powder and 15 minutes in here and I'll come up with McMansion Hell 2 (or lose thousands of dollars on NFTs - it's a toss up.)

bedroom

You know those metallic sharpies they sell two-packs of at Target? They took those to a fabric shop and said: here's our palette, go nuts.

pool

shout out to my mom, I love her.

Okay, that's about enough of that. Here's the back of the house complete with a tripartite architectural analysis (it's very complicated):

I hope you enjoyed this installment of McMansion Hell, stay tuned for more cursed houses from the Mecca of cursed houses, because I, uh, found a lot of them yesterday.

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ion speak for everyone but i know that i, a young Black woman, wanna be able to call someone if i’m in danger too. you think i don’t wanna believe there are institutions to keep me safe??? in an ideal world, i believe and know there is an institution with my interests at heart and my life as a priority that is ready to protect me and my peers. BUT THERE ISNT. in fact that institution actively wants and needs me and my peers dead. it has been built that way since it’s creation. with this in mind, it just feels like to me that the reasons white liberals have to be against abolition are so fucking selfish. it’s all about YOUR safety. YOUR property. YOUR white ass life.

“I wanted to challenge politically the kissing scene, which traditionally either has the surprise kiss scene thanks to a rain shower for instance, or the obvious kiss scene thanks to mustard on the corner of the lips, for instance, and it is generally carefully scripted as ‘They kiss.’ Or ‘They passionately kiss.’ And then it’s on the actors’ shoulders. It seems to rely a lot on them because it’s their bodies and fluids and interaction, but it shouldn’t be. It’s fake. It’s not about finding the magic. Actors should always be part of the elaboration of an idea, especially with intimate scenes. So I wanted to craft a scene that would embody the sexiness of consent. People who are questioning the idea of asking for consent in France, they do exist. They are brave fighters for the culture of French gallantry who say that asking for consent would not be sexy, it will break the mood. Some of the French critics thought the film lacked flesh, precisely because to them eroticism is about conflict. […] At some point I came up with the idea of them having to unveil their mouths like they would undress themselves. So I put a scarf, justified by a strong wind, pressed on their lips and thinking you would see their heavy breathing through the moving cloth.”