Teri Karush Rogers

Thanks to M&M Pest Control for alerting us to a CNN segment on whether bed bugs are ruining the sex lives of single New Yorkers. One woman offers her bar stool view: “A woman would care if a man had bed bugs, but a man—if he met a hot girl—probably wouldn’t.” Further down the bar, a man agrees. We suspect he hasn’t had bed bugs. Yet. (CNN.com)
 

The 70-and-counting comments beneath "It" writer Sloan Crosley’s apartment-envy confessional (NYT Opinionator blog, 10/20/10) tend to fall into two categories: The phenomenon of apartment envy itself, and astonishment that other people too have dreams about opening a door in their apartment only to find another apartment.

As we've advised before, take into consideration exactly who a building is marketing itself to before renting or buying a newer place, for that demographic (and those who aspire to it) will comprise a large portion of your new neighbors.  We've seen glossy brochures and websites target everyone from Young Wall Street Guy on the Make, to Double Private School & Three Blonde Kids with 'Mom' Who Has Clearly Never Given Birth, but we've never seen this:  "

One of the first things people with bed bugs are instructed to do is launder everything they possibly can at the hottest possible temperature. And that has brought the city’s war on bed bugs from the bedroom down to the laundry room--and laundromat.

In walk-up world, apartments on higher floors are generally cheaper than lower floor ones, due to the schlep factor.  "Even a young person can't bear to take heavy groceries up 5 floors," says one StreetEasy commenter. S/he goes on to argue that high-floor walk-ups are perfect for "older people with a fear of alzheimers. Because when I lived in a 5th floor walk up, I swear I never, ever forgot to take all my day's necessities with me. Never, ever forgot to take an umbrella. I have never been so organized.

We hear there was some confusion at a NYC Department of Consumer Affairs hearing this week about whether unscrupulousness or incompetence is to blame when a bed bug extermination goes bad.  Into the latter camp falls this example from the latest issue of TimeOutNY: An article advising, among other things, bed bug paranoids to scour their sheets with a flashlight an hour before dawn (when the bugs are apparently most active) features the firsthand story of a 33-year-old opera singer who says h