“It smells like a dead witch’s tit.” A peculiarly evocative description of the acrid tang of a teenage frat house, uttered by Jonathan Van Ness in the opening minutes of the first episode of Queer Eye’s seventh season.
That even the usually sunny JVN is momentarily shunted out of his pozzy vibes gives you a sense of just how rank this place, falling apart and stuffed with “boys sleeping in dirty crevices” like Fagin’s lair, really is. As Antoni notes, more prosaically perhaps, but no less accurately, “This house is f***ing disgusting.”
