The Sexist  Personal Information Concerning My Ass  . . . and
more! In "Cheap Old Shit v. Ikea," my contribution to the
Washington City Paper's first shopping issue, I write about the
perks of owning exclusively thrifted furniture—including a
perpetually numb butt courtesy of the sunken cushioning in my
$20 pleather sofa bed. Plus, other fascinating personal details,
like how perpetually grimy my coffee table looks!  Photo by
Darrow Montgomery     1. #1      I'd be willing to sacrifice ass
feeling for a $20 pleather sofa bed. Hell, I'd go for numb ass
and numb legs if it was a $10 one.      I am poor.    2. #2
There's a numb nuts joke here somewhere...      haven't seen
that much pleather since Paul Newman's suit in Slapshot.    3.
#3      The primary advantage in pleather is that it doesn't
absorb that vaguely sour roommate smell. And those, uh, personal
stains come off in a jif, and none's the wiser. Take that,
Herculon Sofabed!    4. #4      I have a tweed sofa-bed loveseat
(really, tweed!) It looks l