The day is near ending. A holiday is impending. I am at work perusing the Washington Post (digital version). I come across an article entitled, Tiny house, big benefits: Freedom from a mortgage and worries — and stuff.
The article is about people who live in tiny homes. It is all about working for nonprofits, collecting life experiences rather than material things, green revolutionary talk, saving the planet, riding a bike 50 miles a day to work from your tiny home, avoiding mortgages to pay off student loans for art history degrees, composting toilets and crap (not literally) like that.
Take for example the couple who have a regular house that they plan to sell, and “238-square-foot tiny home” that “sits a few hundred yards from their 39-foot sailboat, which is docked on a creek that feeds into the Chesapeake Bay.” “After they retire, they plan to sell the main house and spend time on the boat and in the tiny house — a lifestyle . . . dubbed “surf ’n’ turf.” Doesn’t all of that strike you as more than slightly ironic?
I’m sorry, but freaks are freaks.