to my favorite old Victorian mansion.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!
im sorry mom i dont know how to do this without using the f-word
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There’s this house, see, it’s like the oldest house left standing in the medium-size Rust Belt Midwestern town where I live. It’s a gorgeous 1850’s Italianate mansion, you know, with the flat roof and the cornices and brackets out the wazoo, but of wood, not brick, and it was cut up into apartments years ago, and those of us who love fine domestic architecture drove past it for years with heavy hearts as we watched it slowly rot into the ground, as the other old houses around it were one by one knocked down (close to downtown, which is a death sentence for old houses here, parking space being at a premium), and so finally somebody bought it who’s interested in restoring it and revitalizing this particular extension of the Historic District, and we’ve been watching them fix it all fall with tears of gratitude in our eyes (“thank you God”), and today–
TODAY I DRIVE PAST THERE AND SEE THAT THEY’VE PUT FUCKING VINYL SIDING ALL OVER IT!!!
And it’s not bad enough it’s vinyl siding–noooo, it has to be fucking classic 1990’s SAND-COLORED VINYL SIDING!!!
i am so angry
It’s the exact same color of vinyl siding as may be found on any of a billion late 1990’s ticky-tacky subdivision houses all over the U.S.
i am weeping
And if that isn’t bad enough
i am going to throw up in a minute
The window trim and brackets are now–light yellow.
The cornice under the brackets is now–Indian red.
Somebody shoot me.
That color scheme is bad enough even on a late 1990’s subdivision house, you architectural retards. It sucks, it reeks, it bites my baby buttcheeks, you Apostles of the Twee, you Walking Nadirs of House “Restoration”, you graduates of the Martha Stewart School of Architecture. But to put it on an 1854 Italianate mansion. And don’t gimme any of that SHIT about “San Francisco Painted Ladies”, cause this ain’t Frisco, and when Mr. So-and-So built that thing in 1854 to show folks that he’d made his pile, he never could have imagined that anybody would ever decorate it like a kindergartner experimenting with a new box of Crayons. Why not Cerulean and Atomic Orange, you bozos?
And to add insult to injury, these people merited a huge gushing puff piece in the local Lifestyle section on this, in which the reporter lovingly documented how the Mister was cutting “by hand” each and every one of the 75 or so brackets that would be required to “restore” (HA!) the house, the old ones having been so rotted that they crumbled as soon as they were removed.
And don’t talk to me about “maintenance”. You can prime new wooden siding both front and back and it’ll go 30 years without having to be repainted. Besides, there’s no such thing as a totally maintenance-free house. Houses just gotta have things done to them every so often. It’s like having a cat or a dog, they need looking after.
Shit shit shit shit shit
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUCKKKKK!!!