Signs your flatmate has the worst taste in the world, ever (as if > Exhibit One: Fabio, by Judy Bomberger (AKA that poncing cirque du soleil motherfucker)”>the dreaded Fabio wasn’t reason enough). Exhibits two and three: > Exhibit Two: a stone dumpling, loosley based on the famous carved heads of the Olmecs. I say loosely, because this heavy little object is fashined out of cast cement and is ugly. Exhibit Three: a wooden carved man, kneeling with a bowl on his head. Note distored features, grass skirt, and offensive stare. Kitscheroonydingadong.”>ethnic folk art from the jungles of Costa Rica. Add to this a matching set of coconut-shell-and-bamboo wind-chimes (though “wind clunks” might be more accurate) with the words “Costa Rica” written on the dangly bit in (I kid you not) tippex, and I think you’ve got the general idea.

The anthropologist and aesthete in me is trying to bite her own eyes out. How soon can I move?