# sick rightmove pron paintings status: underway https://robert-what.itch.io/sick-rightmove-property-pron-paintings in which to consider conceptual paintings of super expensive nice looking houses you can't afford (when the problem isn't really that you can't afford them but that a vital necessity + decent housing for all + is fixed within the twisted ideological confines of the notion of 'affordance'): ![[sick-rightmove-property-pron-paintings-editor-robert-what.jpg |600]] the average sick price for such houses is £2.5m (and this was a while back) > the struggle to continually assemble de-assemble and re-assemble a sense of home (/which) drastically reduces private tenants wellbeing through stress anxiety depression and alienation (one good possible definition of what we term rentalism -rob) > ~ from: assembling a kind of home in the uk private renting sector + adriana mihaela soaita kim mckeec as seen on parasitical online real estate property portals. oh the space - the light and warmth. oh to be rich white(tm) upper middle class and hopelessly bourgeois. those little interior details which mean so much. to own things which are actually _designed_ and offer the user and experience of ease instead of grinding bare functionality. the chance for sophisticated cheese and wine parties with morally upstanding fellow members of the professional white collar community - the sound of our guffawing laughter brightening the huge room as we collectively recall a recent well received 'daily torygraph' article about immigrants and how they're apparently taking all 'our'(tm) houses meantime irl the shitty overpriced shoebox i rent has black mold running up the continually damp freezing walls + yet in only thinking of myself and my suffering i too-often conveniently forget the collective suffering of countless others like me and just how much positive change we could enact together to change the circumstances of our suffering (under psychotically greedy capitalist shitlords) - if only we weren't so focused on our own ruthlessly entrepreneurial aspirational-thatcherite (housing) dreams flock all despicable 'lords of the land' back to the bloated worm-ridden hell of ignorant clawing greed **today the underpaid workmen** are still hammering away on the apartment below me owned by the asshole who rents it out as an air bnb to well off foreign students so far they've totally replaced the carpets and the radiators which by the look of them were fitted in the middle 60's judging by the general quality of the fittings being ripped out they've existed in a sorry state for a while this makes perfect sense since early last year we overheard the landlord in question almost bawling his existential flocking eyes out one day to a neighbor casually spittin' that loose white jive about "renters just don't understand the difficulties we face" and about extreme financial pressures' gtfo mate and while you're at it have a peek down this false color scanning electron microscope see if you can spot the world's smallest flocking violin we bet the tight money grubbing baskets makes absolutely zero commitment toward keeping the place looking (at the very least) presentable peeling paint fittings with bits hanging off filthy carpets damp the lot only when the place was literally falling apart did he finally bother investing in an upgrade (probably the cheapest replacements possible) and yet we also once heard the asshole loudly berating some chinese students one day in the middle of the street reminding them that they could not have guests over and if they did they now had to pay him x amounts of pounds on the spot "otherwise he'd loose his license" what a succulent crock we discovered he was renting the apartment out as an airbnb because along with the front fire door being repeatedly slammed we keep on hearing large airport luggage cases with those tiny hard wheels being continually rolled over the rough pavement outside at 7am if only there was a publicly issued license you could loose called simply being a good human being (and not a total jerkwad) we was hoping the student was going to tell him to go piss up a scented rope but he simply handed over the money as we look over such images we gently sigh and quietly say unto myself: oh to be rich white upper middle class and hopelessly bourgeois and not have to think in terms of common morality only about hashtag aesthetics and surface finishings' to bask in those infinite little interior design details which mean so much brass handles and cupboard opening mechanisms / solid stone sinks / nice taps to walk out one early midsummer morning into my heated conservatory dressed like arthur dent with a delicious cup of organic fair trade coffee and a copy of the reactionary centrist guardian under my tanned arm that is to be around any flocking (/whipepo) design whatsoever; the overpriced hole we used to rent before this petrified shoebox had black mold running up the continually damp freezing walls it too was designed but only to provide instant hard cash for the rich exploitative bitch who owned it (we don't want to get started on talking about my old rented place because it not only makes me too angry we're saving up all my bile for a proper dissection of that particular shedshow) after three hours of concrete drilling this morning we'd just about lost my tiny marbles in anger we went down there to ask the builders how long they'd be on these upgrades - "friday" they saod we ask if they knew if this was going to be an airbnb they didn't know (how would they - sorry stupid question) men from poland - super tough; they look you right in the eye without fear when they talk to you we dig that hard working they know they're trade not that being forced to wage slave away for assholes is a virtue and above all friendly - despite all the mountains of uk themed shed they're no-doubt forced to shovel on a daily basis my dad was a lorry driver and told me he much preferred the friendly company of poles in the yard to the usual professionally miserable fatgut xenophobe english drivers "the sense of home" - we think that's what we're looking for some space to call my own where we can bang and scrape on the walls all day and not bother anyone else 'renting' as a mere notion is utterly flocked political working class side note: all inherently evil money grubbing landlord parasites can go flock themselves off back to the heck for landlords in which hopefully they're forced to pay more and more rent on an infinite series of every-shedtier ever more depressing rented hovels owned by smug white callous motherflockers chucking to themselves in their nice well designed and warm homes filthy lucre trickling through their greasy fingers example links **+** book: evicted by matthew desmond **+** dazed digital: how renting is making people physically and mentally ill **+** bmp public health housing as a social determinant of health and wellbeing: developing an empirically-informed realist theoretical framework **+** science direct: assembling a kind of home in the uk private renting sector **+** rupture eco-socialist quaterly: colonialism landlordism and the rift of ireland **+** r/trueoffmychest: flock airbnb **+** 'rightmove is my porn' - the addiction to online property search https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c77xdp1e56yo // republic of bob