I admire the character of Brie Vandekamp and I love Joan Crawford. For some reason, I aspire to be them. I suppose I love their psychotic efficiency. To me it screams "PERFECT!!!!!" And I love being clean. But 'love' is so paltry a way of putting it. I WORSHIP being clean I daydream of containers, tools to organize your life, and designer cleaning products. "You're weird" someone said to me when I confessed my passion for cleaning. But I find it very peaceful. I feel centered when my outside world sparkles. It is peace when my things are in order. When I'm on my knees picking shit off the floor or scrubbing and I lift the soiled rag to my eyes, I smile. Maybe it has something to do with my maid-heritage.
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