weirdWhen you’ve spent almost two years writing about the weird (and sometimes wonderful) things in the world, you get a bit of a reputation. And then because of that reputation, people send you emails with suggestions of things to write about.

And suddenly, you’ve become a hoarder of WTF. Your virtual mailbox becomes this thing with a life of its own, and you find yourself faced with a real dilemma — start throwing things away, or come up with a solution.

So this week, we’re going to clear out the old mailbag of weird so I can get to WTF inbox zero for exactly 15 minutes. Ready to read? Let’s go. (more…)


Editor’s Note: Because of a big, breaking story yesterday, our Wednesday WTF writer is, well, behind. Very. But she thought you’d enjoy this dip into the archives from a time when a reporter was very wrong about food.

Listen, this week’s Wednesday WTF was supposed to be about Oprah’s fancy new island but then something egregious happened that has left my normally unflappable self completely flapped.

You see, at 8 a.m. Tuesday, The Atlantic saw fit to publish a piece entitled, “What to Eat in the Texas Suburbs.” It also indicated it would be about fast food.  If you saw it, you probably (like me) thought, “Oh, good, they’re going to talk about some of the good fast-food dining in Texas suburbs, because this is the Atlantic and of course we’ll not be talking about something stupid like Taco Bell.”

I mean, sure I’ll cop to some inside-the-loop snobbery, but I do know that there is some good food to be had in the suburbs. Great food, even. I’ve eaten it. The suburbs of Texas doesn’t mean backwards yokels with outdoor plumbing — so I was just certain that I was about to settle into a piece that talked about some great mom-and-pop fast food establishments, and probably an obligatory Whataburger reference. (more…)

San Francisco

Oh, just you wait.

It’s no secret that San Francisco’s housing market is one of the most expensive in the nation. One might even say that it’s very much the kind of market where you take what you get, and you don’t throw a fit — unless, of course, you’re stupidly stinking rich.

Then fit away, I suppose.


questionableIt started with one photo of questionable design acumen showing up in my Facebook feed.

Of course, I had to show it to my coworkers, I mean, have you been here before? Getting my coworkers to react to the things I find while looking for the Wednesday WTF is like 22.3 percent of the fun of doing the Wednesday WTF.

So I just dropped this in the main Slack channel like it was NBD. (more…)

[Editor’s note: Merry Christmas! This week, we’re taking time off to focus on our loved ones, so we are sharing some of our favorite stories from this year. Keep an eye out for our top features from the archives as we rest and get ready for a brilliant 2019! Cheers, from Candy and the entire staff at!]

Bethany: Everyone sent me this link. Everyone. And it generated a lot of comments both on our site and on social media. So obviously, you people like statues in your bathrooms and other weirdness, and also, it had to be our Reader’s Choice for Best of Wednesday WTF this year.

Social media is a blessing (most of the time). You can talk to your friends. You can keep track of who broke ugly after high school. You can argue with strangers about collusion.

And you can also have 100 people simultaneously send you the same home listing because they know part of your job is to find the most jacked-up houses in the world and write about them. (more…)


[Editor’s note: Merry Christmas! This week, we’re taking time off to focus on our loved ones, so we are sharing some of our favorite stories from this year. Keep an eye out for our top features from the archives as we rest and get ready for a brilliant 2019! Cheers, from Candy and the entire staff at!]

Bethany: We had two great Wednesday WTF options for Best of 2018, so ultimately, you’re getting two. This one is one that was a staff favorite, so we’re calling it our Editor’s Choice. In it, we learn that I will probably survive a house hunt involving danger, and Joanna will die painting it as a demon pulls her to a hell portal.

So sometimes you find a fixer and you think, “Oh, maybe there’s shiplap,” or “maybe there are hardwoods under that vinyl,” or “maybe Satan lives here.” This week’s Wednesday WTF is a reader-submitted Tudor, and is definitely a contender for a hot new HGTV show called “Beelzebub’s Baseboards.”

No? How about “Lucifer and Liens?” “Mephistopheles the Mason?” Oh, wait, I know — “Diablo and Bob,” a light-hearted home restoration show featuring the King of Hell and Bob Vila patiently showing novice viewers how to rebuild historic homes with a combination of current technology and historic technique. (more…)

70sSo sometimes I worry that I won’t find something to write about for the Wednesday WTF — and then, almost like some really messed up benevolent being out there is invested in this weekly column, someone sends me some house that is a classic example of everything wrong about decorating in the 70s.

Like this week’s WTF, for instance. It looks fairly ordinary — nay, even nice from the exterior shots.

And it’s got a really lovely pool. See?

But things at this Peoria, Arizona, home quickly go awry when you start clicking through the interior photos. We assembled a panel of people who enjoy torturing themselves (also known as this writer’s friends and coworkers) to dissect what we saw. So let’s review how Jo, Karen, Kristin, Amanda, Andrea, Lindsey, and Mia felt about this 70s time capsule.70s (more…)


These are all the people who couldn’t rent Marg’s room.

Editor’s Note: Bethany is also our political reporter, and as you can probably guess, she was up very late last night. In fact, we’re not sure if she is still awake covering the election, or if she passed out at the keyboard. But because she is busy, we’re re-running one of her favorite Wednesday WTF columns. Enjoy.

Social media is a wonderful thing unless it’s a terrible thing. But for Marg, who lives in Egg Harbor, Wisconsin, it got a little sideways when she tried to rent out a room using a Facebook group. So sideways, in fact, that it ended up in my inbox, as the perfect Wednesday WTF.

See, Marg has a few requirements for a tenant. I’ll let her explain. (more…)