Sex Ed The Musical

I can certainly see why you might assume my life is a non-stop, swinging, suburban bacchanal. Unfortunately it’s a lot less groovy than you’d imagine. Sure I can be found at the occasional sex party. However, while most folks are there for NSA, consensual hook ups, I’m likely being overwhelmed by bad flooring. That’s because I have a problem. I’m a serial remodeler. As a result, I’m totally addicted to home improvement and real estate shows. I watch hours and hours of kindly Canadian contractors, stressed-out house flippers, kitchen and bathroom rescues, and people pretending to house hunt. If I’m being totally honest, it’s really more of a love/hate relationship. I love the shows but I hate the insane needs they invent for said hunters. “We need 11 bedrooms, 10+ acres, must be walking distance to city center, with a 360 degree mountain view, spa bathroom, spa living room, spa crawl space, zero-gravity sneaker closet, cat washing room, 35 car rooftop garage in an Open-Concept-Victorian-Tudor-Mid-Century-Moder