Welcome. We Need Drinks For This.

So yes please, DO come in and have a cocktail, dears.  I created this interior design blog, The House of Love and Hate, after my utter exhaustion at reading a zillion boring design blogs.  When I find an interior designer I truly love, I am always hungry to get a sense of their personality.  I hopelessly search through any content I can find - any interview, editorial, blog, or podcast to uncover a dick joke or some good old-fashioned shit-talking.  But with very few exceptions, the content that designers allow to go out into the world is positively Victorian.  

So many other genres of artistic expression are allowed to enjoy the sport of unfiltered inner thoughts.  Fashion for starters.  I think we've all enjoyed a fashion police posting or two about a piece of clothing giving the wearer camel toe.  But I don't think there has ever been a posting in the history of the internet that makes a comment on how the style in someone's home makes their pussy look, and that's a goddamn shame.  

Restaurant critics are certainly no shrinking violets when expressing an experience they find abhorrent.  If you want what I consider to be the crown jewel of bad restaurant reviews, please read this pot of gold journalism from Ryan Sutter of Eater about Tavern on the Green.  (I have it bookmarked on my laptop under the "Heroes of Opinion" tab.)

If the only two occupants of interior design critics office are me and Fuck Your Noguchi Coffee Table, then so be it.  Before we begin, here’s a brief instructional on reading this blog, which will damn us both to hell: 

Do read this at the gay bar.  Don’t read this at work.  Unless you work at a gay bar.

Do read this if your favorite anything is shiny.  Don’t read this if your favorite anything is sensible beige.

Do read this if Pottery Barn makes you awash with grief and wail like a banshee when you cross the threshold.  Don’t read this if Shabby Chic is your homegirl.

Do read this if you love color.  Don’t read this if you are offended by colorful language.

Do read this if you’re a big ol’ queen.  Don’t read this if you are unsure about what a big ol’ queen is.

Do read this if you shake your ass at the disco.  Don’t read this if you wag your finger in the face of fun.

Do read this if you’ve ever wanted to be Delta Burke.  Don’t read this if you’ve ever wanted to be Barbara Bush. 

Yep, that about covers it.  Another cocktail?  I thought so. . .