So, maybe being the one girl living with three guys wasn't the brightest idea in the world.

Respect has been lacking. For this arrangement to have worked out, respect would have to have been paramount. It wasn't. I assumed that it would be when I signed the contract a year ago, but that hasn't played out. Live and learn . . .

I have my reasons for not wanting a Playboy in the common area, for not wanting to be told to "get back in the kitchen," for not wanting to be told to make them dinner, for not wanting to hear racial slurs . . . among other things. Sure, it might be all in fun, but I get to see the ugly side of this "fun."

This has been an issue for the past 6 months. I'm probably being labeled a giant irrational illogical bitch right now by my roommates and their counterparts, but I won't waver in what I feel and believe in.