My roommate, who was the fourth of 13 children and was living out of the home for the first time in her mid-20s. After having to raise most of her younger siblings (along with her older sister), she was a little bitter and had decided that she was done cooking and cleaning. Even after herself. She survived on pizza and cereal for the most part, had dirty dishes all over her living area (she had the basement suite, through which we had to tromp to get to the laundry room), and had to be forced to be responsible for occasionally taking out the trash (this was in a group house of four people). When she left, she didn’t clean anything. The mold on her shower curtain could be measured in thickness.