Somebody on Twitter trawled through adverts for housemates in the Washington Post and noticed several of them required potential applicants to pass a political test:
I found something profoundly depressing about that advert. Here we have a group of women, most likely with degrees from high-ranking universities, probably all of them right-on feminists and as politically correct as they come, and no doubt enjoying promising careers in the capital. On the surface their lives sound like fun, but the manner in which they go out of their way to say – in an advert – what a fun bunch of gals they are makes me pause. It’s almost like they are trying too hard, as if they think they’re the women from Sex and the City, or something. Note the admission of drinking quantity rather than quality, and singing badly. Oh, the larks!
I’m going to be cruel here and take a stab at the real situation. Here you have three or four absolute bitches, all of whom are backstabbing and scheming their way to senior management positions overseeing process-driven functions in pointless organisations that are solely dependent on government largesse. If they don’t already, each will fit the description of “power skirt” in a few years and will introduce policies which ultimately cost their employers a lot of money and get awards for doing so. They’ll all be middle or upper class but will think they are down wiv the masses because they voted for Hillary, and will never have met a Trump supporter in their lives save for the well-built, handsome lawyer one of them fucked one Friday night after a drunken cocktail party. She thought he was very arrogant and “it could never have worked” but she didn’t shut up about him for the next three months.
They are earning good money but the prices in DC mean they have to houseshare, which none of them will actually like but they are pretending to. As soon as they can afford it they’ll move out and rent an overpriced hovel where they’ll live alone. And that is likely how they’ll stay for their entire lives, unless you include the cats they’ll purchase for company when they pass forty. For my guess is right now they are “concentrating on their careers” and in the few hours they’re not working they are engaging in pointless political posturing (e.g. by joining the seemingly endless stream of protest marches that take place in their city), getting drunk, and generally behaving in a way that will put off any half-decent man of husband material. As I said here, most men settle down with the woman they will eventually marry in their late twenties, usually with women a couple of years younger than they are, i.e. in their mid-twenties. Any woman who thinks she’s going to start looking for decent husband material in her thirties is in for a rather rude awakening as she discovers almost all of it has been taken already by women who got their priorities straight early on.
I’d bet that none of the women referred to in that advert has a steady boyfriend that they’ll still be with in five years time, and right now they believe they can have it all: the career, the social life, and – later – the rich husband and the family. Or maybe not: perhaps I’m completely wrong about all of this.
But what I would do if I were thinking of renting that spare room is to find out why it is suddenly available, get in touch with the person that vacated it, and ask them what it was like living in that household. Take a notepad, because I reckon there would be enough material for an entire book.