My mother and grandmother both live by the mantra “cleanliness is next to godliness” and in response, I had no choice but to become an OCD pack rat. In anticipation of the rituals of Spring cleaning (I need to start early), here’s a list of some of their anal retentive ways:
1. They save all those plastic shopping bags and fold them into origami triangles so that they can be compacted. No jack in the box surprises of plastic baggies flying out of overstuffed drawers.
2. They swab down the mouthpieces of phones with alcohol to kill off any germs. A necessary procedure for households where yelling on the phone is akin to using your normal speaking voice.
3. They keep the plastic on furniture as a prophylactic against further germ spreading. You’d think with all the paranoia about germs in our household, my brother and I would have been the first Asian bubble kids…
4. My grandmother insists on drying dishes by doing a two-step method – first, with a steaming hot towel to wipe off the water and second, with a dry towel to absorb any residual moisture. Somehow, this is her method for ‘spit shine’ dishes.
5. I can barely bring myself to iron a shirt. I’d like to say it’s an act of feminist protest. But, the truth is that I lost any taste for ironing after doing my dad’s shirts for allowance money as a kid. I either dry clean or hang them the instant they’re out of the dryer. My grandmother however, insists on ironing not just shirts but sheets, towels and underwear. Again, it’s the bacteria and the steam for blasting off any microscopic organisms who dare appear under grandma’s watch.
6. Since I was a kid, my grandmother felt it was cleaner for us to be eating from our own dishware and utensils so she would designate specific items for each family member. As a result, we had an eclectic table setting of mismatched dishware, cutlery, and/or chopsticks. I remember thinking this was normal until I visited a non-Chinese classmate’s home and was dazzled by the symmetry of their matching sets of china and silverware.
7. My mother like many Asian mothers, has an extensive shoe collection. To keep track of them all, she has polaroids of her shoes taped on each box so she can identify them on sight. I’ve heard that this method has been employed by some sneaker fetishists who do this to stay on top of their vintage dunks.
8. My grandmother loves clean, crisp bills so much you’d think she was a gangstah or coke fiend.
Any tips on a more anal retentive 2010?










Those little bottles of alcohol-based hand sanitizer are my best friend and the BEST INVENTION EVER for OCD-types!!!!! I buy the jumbo clubstore size to refill the multiple smaller bottles I have strategically placed in my environment….never more than a few footsteps away or out of arm’s reach (TIP: Sam’s Club has a larger jug at a lower cost than Costco’s version. YMMV.). I have elevated the state-of-the-art now to where I must use the gel FIRST to sanitize my hands and the bottle, which is then followed by re-applying a second round because I touched the bottle. REPEAT. And then I do it 1 more time….just in case I forgot to do it before. LOL.
If I touch a door/doorknob/whatever with my bare hand/fingers, you will immediately see the appearance of the little bottle. I try to contort my body so that I use elbows/feet/butt/anything else to open a door instead of with my bare hand/fingers…..or will use a paper towel as a shield. “Push” doors are preferred. “Pull” doors are a PITA. “Automatic” doors are the best.
I will also sanitize my hands after touching “money” too. And I won’t allow “money” to touch the dining table or bed or any furniture at home. And no “street clothes” are allowed on the bed either.
For extended duration car rentals….I have been known to “wrap” the car seats in cheapo bedsheets as a protective and disposable barrier. And of course the mandatory wipe-down of all “touchable” surfaces with a disinfectant/anti-septic.
Heh….just the other day I saw re-usable/washable/elastic fit AIRLINE SEAT COVERS being sold at a [Bed, Bath, & Beyond] store. INGENIOUS!! A bit too “bulky” though with all of the ridiculous luggage restrictions/fees these days.
My mom taught me to WASH the dishes (FULLY…..as in scrape the crud off and use soap + hot water) BEFORE putting them in the dishwasher to be washed. Actually, the mechanical dishwasher becomes the “sanitizing” course. Yeah…we waste A LOT of water.
When I was single, I used to sort/categorize my clothes (type, color, style, occasion, use, etc) and labeled my drawers as to what belonged where. My wife promptly blew away my years of organization with her first load of laundry. I learned to just “let it go”.
I could go on and on….~sigh~
Yeah, “ignorance” would be BLISS.
never enjoyed walking into a restaurant with a group and the person at the front just stops, afraid to touch the door with their hands b/c they think they may get a public std. everyone crunches into each other until finally someone behind the germophobe opens the door to let the buffalos through. (admission – sometimes that point person of germ fear is me.) sigh…
(Anna May Wong <3)
While I was researching a TV idea on Past Lives (before we pitched it to Fox and then they STOLE it from me & months later began filming the pilot for a short-lived, same titled series), I came up with an idea that an OCD person was a reincarnated Chinese from San Francisco. Back in 1899, the bubonic plague made its way to SF via a ship from Hong Kong. Chinatown was quarantined and anti-Chinese sentiments ran high as they were blamed for spreading the disease. The real culprit turned out to be fleas on rats.
I wonder if these germophobic measures that were passed down to us sprouted from fears from the days of plague and TB.
To this day, my parents have buckets under every faucet to catch any drips of water. I guess it was useful for saving a few flushes.
I have a friend that washes her hands before she goes to the bathroom, if that makes anyone feel better.