I'm the one who took your rug

Another entry in the ongoing "Women in movies who say awesome things" series, which, really, could have a whole subseries dedicated just to the genius of Maude Lebowski. "Don't be fatuous, Jeffrey." "My father's weakness is vanity, hence the slut." And, of course, "My art has been commended as being strongly vaginal."

Anyway. Speaking of really tying a room together, I am disturbingly excited about the premiere of Bravo's new reality show 9 By Design, about the gigantic Novogratz family, these stylish New York house-flippers with seven kids who are already being vilified as the Hipster Gosselins. Do you think that's going to make me not watch, Curbed? Think again. I have been fascinated by these people since reading a profile of them in the recently departed Cookie magazine, it of the $300 fur-lined toddler moccasin  photos.

First of all: As already noted, they have seven kids, a concept which I find compelling on regular mega-family shows, but even more so on shows that are aimed at a demographic less overtly prone to talking about how every little life is a miracle fart straight from the backside of Baby Jesus. Oh, and also, those seven kids are named things like Holleder and Five and Major. I mean, it's no Pilot Inspektor, but it's admirably weird (and, in the case of Five, somewhat underachieving).

Second: They regularly build basketball courts into their five-story gut-renovated Meatpacking district houses. Third: They appear to be desperate to leverage their story into some kind of brand, and you know that's a recipe for amazing drama and possible douchebaggery, particularly when Bravo is involved.

And finally? (Small voice) I think their houses are really beautiful, secretly covet them, and hope to pick up some tips on keeping one's house looking sharp despite the presence of tiny, clumsy people wielding crayons and sippy cups. (/small voice.)