Monday, May 9, 2011

The List That Keeps on Living

My zaniest neighbor won’t stop talking up the freebies he’s recently scored via Craigslist ads. I was the one who got to hold our building’s front door open for him one night last week, as he bounded up the stairs and into our elevator, wheeling around a huge used TV with a vivacity I don’t think I’ve ever had. When I ran into him earlier tonight, he was still chattering about the TV and encouraging me to drop by Craigslist to enhance my own life.

Craigslist was a staple of my drifting days. It’s responsible for a couple of my bizarre freelance gigs, a horrific roommate situation, and a subletter who evidently transformed one of my apartments into a den of iniquity while I was away. According to rumor, it’s also a favorite Internet breeding ground for perverts.

When I finally reached a certain income bracket, I swore the site off. But there’s a part of me that looks up to this particular neighbor and his similarly eccentric boyfriend. Any endorsement from either of them intrigues me. And I need new bookcases.

I just Craigslisted for the first time in years, very quickly forgetting about the bookcases to occupy myself with other sections of the board. It’s all so entertaining now that I don’t have to rely on it anymore. The apartment listings are still as embellished as ever. And these days there’s a “barter” option. As in: “Hi, I would like either free dirt or yard work in exchange for my hardly used electric maytag dryer.” Or “Handyman for a good massage by a sexy female.”

Stuff I found on Craigslist kept me afloat when I was sinking. It’s probably the most hassle-free way for people without much money or many connections to find housing or temp jobs or furniture or S&M partners. The most valuable thing it’s given me is material. It’s led to some unforgettable people and experiences that have become treasured aspects of my biography, and its reign is cause for applause.


  1. Craigslist is an endless source of entertainment. I too have found temp jobs and my daughter has found and sold furniture. I'm glad that it has been helpful to you and provided some treasured aspects of your biography. jk

  2. Either craigslist didn't exist during my most flat-broke times in life, or I didn't know it existed. I'm talking about those college days when forty bucks bought a couch from the Salvation Army, infested with who-knows-what. We covered it with a big blanket, which of course magically protected us from whatever its previous owners had left behind.

    Now I have to admit I kind of love craigslist, although you correctly suggest that it's a lot easier to love when you don't need to rely on it for your basic needs-- when you've got enough cash in your bank account to swear off used upholstery forever (hopefully.)