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Reality TV doesn’t get any messier

Tuesday, July 28th, 2009
The irony wasn't lost on the photographer, who tells us she gave this book to her friend as a Christmas gift a few years back and found it recently in this dirty state under the kitchen sink!

The irony wasn't lost on the photographer, who tells us she gave this book, featuring Kim and Aggie from How Clean Is Your House?, to her friend as a Christmas gift a few years back and found it recently in this dirty state under the kitchen sink!

I’m a voyeur at heart, I’ll admit it.  And with reality TV, I can get my fix on almost any channel on the air. I can watch people lose weight, balance their chequebooks, renovate a house, become a model, give money away, drink beer while travelling around the world and pretty well anything else you can think of.

My new favourite reality show is the Canadian version of How Clean Is Your House? Here, it’s called Kim’s Rude Awakenings, starring that British prison guard-like Queen of Clean Kim Woodburn (she of the feather-fringed plastic gloves) and her new sidekick, Mike Chalut.

If you haven’t seen it yet, check it out on W Network, where the Canadian version airs on Mondays at 8:30 p.m. It’s like watching Jerry Springer, only instead of the hapless lovelorn making fools of themselves on national TV, it’s filthy, messy families.

In one episode, the mother of two grown boys still living at home had been sleeping on a recliner in the living room for two years because her bedroom was a disaster, with clothes and everything else piled all over the bed. She claimed she couldn’t keep the house clean all by herself because of her arthritis and the boys, including her husband, wouldn’t do it for her.

Ha! Even the laziest person on earth could stand up long enough to throw everything off the bed and onto the floor in order to get a good night’s rest.  Was this family for real?

Another episode featured equally lazy teenagers and parents who apparently have no idea that butts need to be kicked and clean-up orders issued and observed — or else!

Real or not, the show is good for a laugh. And like the British version, we get Kim’s advice on how to wipe the grime off the sink or polish the furniture without an arsenal of chemical cleaners. Brings you back to the days when “green” didn’t mean double the price.  Mostly, Kim teaches how to use things like baking soda and table salt to get the job done.

Very refreshing.

Back to those lazy teens.  In answer to a question from a working mom on how she can get her kids to help out with the cleaning, Kim advises:

“You’re a working mother you say, with two teenagers. You know I think what may have happened here dear is – bless you – you’ve spoilt them. But there are things you can do. Teach your children the basics of cleaning and how to do their own laundry and my love, if they don’t do it, don’t do it for them! Teenagers want to be independent so learning to do their own laundry is a very good step in that direction. If they run out of knickers they’ll remember to put the wash on next time!”

If anyone knows how to shape up lazy Canadian teens, it’s Kim. She’s a tough one:  according to her 2006 autobiography, Kim delivered a premature stillborn baby boy alone in her apartment in 1965 (her boyfriend ditched her when she told him she was pregnant).

What did the 23-year-old single mother-to-be do? Alone, scared and embarrassed, she wrapped the tiny body in a tea towel and placed it in a bowl. According to her story, Kim then slept beside it all night, before leaving, traumatized and desperate for a return to normal, to go to work the next morning. After work, she took the six-month-old baby’s body to a park in Liverpool and buried him, using a spoon to dig the grave.

“I told him I was so sorry for what had happened and how great we would have been together. I told him he’d have been a fine boy but that it just wasn’t to be. I had never felt more wretched in my whole life.

“I still talk to my son now,” she says in her book. “The deep sadness doesn’t go away.”

When the story came out — her autobiography was serialized exclusively in the British newspaper The Mail on Sunday — she was interviewed by police and faced the prospect of jail time for illegally burying a body.

“I know the offence carries a two-year prison sentence, but do you know what? I don’t care. I really don’t care,” she told the British magazine First when the story came out. “I don’t want to go to prison, but if it has to be, it has to be.”

Fortunately, Kim never went to prison for burying her secret. She believes that sad experience helped shaped her life and made her who she is today, a happily married woman who went from housekeeper to 60-something superstar on How Clean Is Your House? Co-starring Aggie MacKenzie, the show airs on Britain’s Channel 4 and in Canada on W Network on Mondays at 8 p.m.

Wonder if you would pass the clean test? Try the How Clean Is Your House? quiz and find out.

I took the quiz and for the record, I have been crowned “A Cleaning Queen!” No surprise there! Here’s how the quiz master describe me:

“Clean, clean, clean. It’s surprising you’ve got a social life, you’re so busy tidying up! You just love preening and primping your house, getting everything perfect. You know all the secrets of clean and you’re the first to give Kim and Aggie’s tips to your friends and even some of your own. It’s very noble, but don’t you think you may be verging on the obsessive? Sometimes it’s OK to let things go a little and put your feet up… we won’t tell anyone, promise!”

Guess I’d better go put my feet up now!

Did you see that naked nymph?

Thursday, June 4th, 2009

I’ve been to many, many Open Houses over the years in my quest for the perfect investment. And many times I’ve left feeling like that horrified person in Munch’s famous Scream painting.

Once, I visited a house filled to the brim with a doll collection. Everywhere I looked, these scary doll eyes seemed to follow me. I knew this house wasn’t on Elm Street, but why did I feel like I was in a Chucky the Doll horror movie?

At another house, the owner apparently thought prospective buyers would warm up to the place if they were greeted by stuffed animals in every room. For him, this was art at its finest. Moose heads. Birds. A bear skin — I guess the bear got away. True, the guy was a taxidermist, but really, who wants to look at a stuffed eagle sitting on the dining room table? Not me!

My favourite “art” display was found at a house in Kanata. Seemed the owners were au naturel art lovers. There was a painting of a naked woman over the bed in the master bedroom. There were naked nymph statues in the dining room and in the bathroom. There was a very naked iron artwork couple on display in the livingroom. Boobs and bums everywhere you looked!

Did I buy the house of nymphs or the house of dolls or the house of dead animals?  No. Why? Because I was so distracted with the homeowners’ personal collections that I didn’t see what I was there to see: the house.

What would go into hiding if you depersonalized your home?

Caution: Sentimentality can lead to clutteritis

Tuesday, May 19th, 2009

The Merriam-Webster dictionary people describe “sentimental” this way:
1. a: marked or governed by feeling, sensibility, or emotional idealism b: resulting from feeling rather than reason or thought — i.e. a sentimental attachment.

Sentimental attachment is the leading cause of clutteritis — the word I use to describe the habit of gathering things and then hanging on to them for life.

While men are not immune from clutteritis (we all know men who can’t stop collecting tools, for example), experience has shown that women have clutteritis down to an art.  The majority of women are afflicted with clutteritis when the first child arrives. That’s when the sentimentality gene really kicks in.

The result? You might find it in your own home:  report cards for every child for every year they went to school; the children’s first drawings; crafts the kids made in school or at summer camp. Most mothers have boxes and boxes of this stuff stored somewhere in the house. The most sentimental have some of this stuff on display for all to see, even though little Billy might not be so little anymore.

For example, my mother-in-law places a wooden log with a hole scooped out for a candle and plastic holly glued to the bottom in a place of honour on the living room coffee table each Christmas. The centrepiece was crafted by my husband, Gary, now in his late 50s, when he was in grade school!

I am certain my mother-in-law has seen many other centrepieces over the years that she would prefer to grace her table. But sentimentality prevents her from throwing away the pitiful log and its original (now bent and dusty) red candle. No doubt my mother-in-law finds me an odd duck because I don’t think the log is adorable — but hey, I never had children, so it’s not my fault I’m not sentimental!

My policy on gifts is to enjoy them for as long as they bring pleasure — which for me usually means they are useful, or are beautiful to look at and/or are in style — then discard them. That means throwing out, or giving away, a crocheted orange and brown shag rug from the 1970s, not keeping it in a box in the basement (or, heaven forbid, on the floor at the front door) just because someone I like made it for me more than 30 years ago.  I might pull out a fond memory of that old shag rug from my fuzzy brain now and then, but it doesn’t mean I have to look at the rug itself for life.

How do you decide which gifts stay for life and which don’t?