Steamy

Steamy story subtitle:

Obsessively renting out my home was the only way I could make it in the gig economy. When I found myself sleeping on the subway, I realized I’d gone too far.

 

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Sorry folks, to get the full flavor of this gig economy madness, you’ll just have to read the full story here.  But in response to said story, titled “I Lost My Life To Airbnb,” I will say only this much:

No, Rebecca, the platform is not the problem.  Blaming one’s Airbnb addiction on the app is like blaming one’s getting lost on a map. It’s like blaming your own alcoholism on your bartender. Sorry, sister, but it just don’t work that way.  Grow up!  As for 1-star reviews as a result of your copy of the Qur’an left lying out where anyone can see it – “not suitable for children” – may I humbly suggest adding a copy of something steamy by Christopher Hitchens or Richard Dawkins to broaden your guests’ horizons? That’s what we did.  Then by happy accident the visiting evangelical who came across it, a nice Vietnamese man named Van, left us a 5-star review along with a competing copy of some Christian apologia suitable for children of all ages.

Thanks, Van .  You da man!

 

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Oh, on a related note:  We just had professional pictures done.

See them, here.

Waddayasay?

Can I get an “AMEN?”