How to do your own damn laundry
It’s insane how many guys throw everything into one big pile and turn the dial, hoping it comes out the same size it went in. In my college days, I definitely taught a few of my guy friends and exes how to do laundry – and I mean REALLY do laundry. As in, separating your whites from your colors, and knowing never to attempt to wash your wool or cashmere sweaters (yeah, like they could tell the difference) yourself unless you want to come out with a pile of doll clothes.
If you’re edging 30 and still wearing shirts and socks that are in a suspiciously matching shade of light pink, you don’t have your shit together. And keep in mind: washing my sexy red lingerie with our white sheets may have been cute in a RomCom, but when you hit 30, it means you’re paying to replace them. If I know which of your suit jackets to dry clean, you can learn which of my panties need to be washed on delicate. I mean, at the very least, hire a laundry service on the sly. Fake it. God knows I have to sometimes.