With the help of colorful advertising, manufacturers manage to sell us absolutely useless things. We diligently search for these items on the supermarket shelves, spend a lot of money on them, recommend them to our friends and family, and then we are disappointed to find out that they are totally useless. Or that they work quite well, but are very overpriced.
Women’s antiperspirants
Ads that claim that the formulas of men’s and women’s antiperspirants are significantly different are, to put it mildly, misleading. In fact, companies use only different aromas in the manufacture of these products, but the chemical compounds that neutralize the smell of sweat in all antiperspirants are almost the same. It makes no sense to buy an antiperspirant that is designed specifically for women.
Dietary supplements
Many people take dietary supplements to boost their immune system and improve their health. But in fact, if a person has a healthy diet, they don’t need any additional supplements.
According to doctors, these supplements are not harmful, but their benefits are also questionable. These supplements can’t replace a healthy diet anyway.
Ionic air purifiers
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Ionic air purifiers that are not equipped with filters are not only ineffective, but can also be dangerous to your health. These devices are supposed to capture tiny particles with negatively charged ions, but in return they release small amounts of ozone that can be harmful to breathe in. It’s best to just buy an air purifier with replaceable filters.
Drain cleaners
Drain cleaners are designed to clear clogs, but they actually do more harm than good. The hydrochloric acid in these products can dissolve not only grease and dirt, but also the pipes themselves. In addition, it can ruin your enamel and other bathroom finishes.
And if a blockage is caused by a dense material that has accidentally fallen into the sewerage system, these cleaners will be totally useless. It’s best to get a plunger and a snake, which are more effective.
Screen cleaners for electronics
These cleaners work well, but they are also quite costly. According to experts, you can also use plain water to clean monitors and screens. A microfiber cloth soaked in it cleans surfaces as effectively as a special product.
Woven hampers and laundry baskets
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These items look cute, but they are not very convenient to use. If you put too much laundry into the basket, it can become misshapen. In addition, laundry often clings to protruding branches and twigs, so a basket can also ruin your clothes. It’s more sensible to buy a hamper made of dense fabric that can be collapsed when it’s not in use.
Large containers of spices and condiments
Buying spices in large jars seems like a great idea if you want to save the family budget. But spices have a limited shelf life, and we rarely use them in large quantities. So, it’s likely they’ll degrade before you finish them. So, it’s best to buy spices in small containers.
Veggie puffs, rice crackers and other «healthy» chip substitutes
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All these snacks seem to be a great alternative to chips because they are supposed to be healthy. In reality, however, these snacks contain various additives and oils. Plus, they’re usually high in calories and lack nutrients. It’s better to make carrot sticks or freeze grapes. Such snacks are cheaper and healthier.
Heat protective shampoos
According to some experts, buying shampoos and conditioners with heat protection is a waste of money. They won’t harm your hair, but there are few benefits either. It’s better to buy a heat protective spray, which really helps to protect your curls from the effects of high temperatures.
Buying a moisturizing shampoo can also be a pointless waste of money. The substances used in these products weigh down the strands, so that the hair becomes greasy faster. So, you end up having to wash your hair more often.
Sheet masks
Sheet masks have gained unprecedented popularity. Some women note that the skin really looks better after using them. But in fact, the effect of using masks is temporary, while they cost a lot. At the same time, masks have the same effect as moisturizers and lotions, so it’s financially unreasonable to spend a lot of money on them.
Moisturizers
Excessive use of them not only doesn’t help, but in some cases can even harm your skin. Dermatologists claim that too frequent use of moisturizers can make it difficult to exfoliate dead skin cells, change your skin’s natural balance of water, and slow down the natural production of lipids and proteins. If your skin seems dry, you need to consume enough fluids.
In addition, there is no point of paying more for moisturizers that contain vitamins. Usually, the amount of these substances is too small to somehow affect the condition of the skin. But even if there are a lot of them in the composition, this is also not a plus — vitamins tend to quickly disintegrate under the influence of sunlight and oxygen.
Feminine hygiene products
The delicate parts of a woman’s body don’t need special cosmetic products. Moreover, gels with aromatic additives can break the natural barrier that protects the body from bacteria and infections, and can also cause irritation.
It’s optimal to use plain water for hygiene procedures. Or you can use soap for sensitive skin without any additives and fragrances.
And here is the list of useful items that can make your everyday life so much easier.
My MIL Started Coming to Our House in Latex Gloves, Saying She Was Disgusted to Touch Anything – The Truth Was Much Worse
When my MIL started visiting wearing latex gloves, claiming she was “disgusted to touch anything,” it felt like a slap in the face. I was juggling newborn twins and exhaustion, yet her judgment pushed me to the brink. But one day, a ripped glove revealed a shocking secret she’d been hiding.
When my perfectionist MIL, Marilyn, first started wearing latex gloves while visiting, I was too exhausted to think much of it.
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The twins, Emma and Lily, were two weeks old, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept more than two hours straight.
At first, I’d managed to keep up with the housework between naps and caring for the twins. But now, the days blurred together in a haze of baby powder, formula, and endless loads of laundry that never quite made it from the dryer to our dresser drawers.
Marilyn’s house was always immaculate, but I’d never held myself to such high standards. Besides, the babies were my priority now. I assumed Marilyn would understand that, but it seemed I was wrong.
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Every one of Marilyn’s visits followed the same pattern. She’d arrive precisely at ten in the morning to “help me out” wearing her perfectly fitted latex gloves and make a beeline for the kitchen.
But she didn’t seem to be doing much in the way of helping me. Sometimes she unpacked the dishwasher or folded laundry, but mostly she just walked around the house, moving things here and there.
One day, I couldn’t take it anymore!
“Marilyn,” I said, “why are you always wearing gloves lately?”
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The silence that followed felt endless. Marilyn’s eyes darted to the side and her brow crinkled as though I’d asked her a complicated math problem.
Then she said something that devastated me.
“Your house is just so messy and dirty,” she said. “It’s disgusting. I’m afraid to touch anything with my bare hands.”
I stood there, holding Emma against my shoulder, her tiny body warm and real while my mother-in-law’s words echoed in my head.
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I was too shocked and hurt to reply, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what Marilyn said. Later that night, after we’d finally gotten the twins down, I tried to talk to Danny about it.
“I’m sure she doesn’t mean it like that,” he said, not meeting my eyes as he cleaned a spot of baby spit-up on the carpet. “Mom’s just… particular about cleanliness and keeping things tidy.”
“Particular?” I laughed, but it came out more like a sob. “Danny, she’s wearing surgical gloves in our home. What’s next? A mask and scrubs?”
He sighed, running his hands through his hair. “What do you want me to do? She’s my mother.”
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After that, I became obsessed with cleaning. Between feedings and diaper changes, I scrubbed and organized like a woman possessed.
I’d stay up long after the twins fell asleep, wiping down surfaces that were already clean, reorganizing cabinets that didn’t need it, desperate to create some semblance of the perfection Marilyn seemed to demand.
The house smelled perpetually of bleach and baby powder. Nevertheless, Marilyn kept arriving with her gloves.
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“You really should consider a cleaning service,” she said one afternoon. “It might help with… all of this.”
Her gesture encompassed the entire room: the basket of unfolded laundry, the stack of unwashed bottles, and the scattered baby toys that seemed to multiply overnight.
I bit my tongue so hard I tasted blood. Behind me, Lily started to fuss, her tiny face scrunching up in preparation for a cry that would surely wake her sister.
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The invisible weight of Marilyn’s judgment pressed down on my shoulders as I hurried to soothe my daughter.
Weeks passed, and the twins were starting to smile — real smiles, not just gas. They were developing personalities: Emma, the serious observer, and Lily, our little comedian.
Danny and I were on the couch, watching them play on their mat, enjoying one of those rare perfect moments when both babies were content and quiet.
Marilyn arrived for her usual visit, the soft swoosh of her designer slacks announcing her presence before she even spoke.
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She set her bag down, surveying the room with her critical eye. “Oh, I see you’ve cleaned a bit. Good effort.”
Her gaze fixed on the roses Danny had bought for me yesterday. She immediately honed in on the bouquet, changing the water in the vase and rearranging the flowers. I didn’t pay her much attention until a sharp ripping sound broke the silence.
Danny and I both turned. Marilyn’s glove had torn, and through the gash in the latex, I glimpsed something that shocked me.
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Marilyn had a tattoo on her hand! Not just any tattoo, but a heart with a name inside it: Mason. That flash of ink seemed impossible for my proper, perfect mother-in-law.
Marilyn quickly stuffed her hand into her pocket, but it was too late. Danny and I exchanged puzzled looks.
“Mom?” Danny’s voice was careful, measured. “What was that on your hand?”
“I-It’s nothing,” Marilyn stammered, already turning toward the door.
“It isn’t.” Danny stood to face his mother. “Who’s Mason?”
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She froze, her shoulders tight, and then her perfect posture crumbled.
“Mason… was someone I met a few months ago,” she began. Her voice was small, nothing like the confident tone that had delivered so many critiques of my housekeeping.
“He’s… younger than me,” she continued. “I know it’s crazy, but he was so charming. So sweet. He told me everything I wanted to hear. He told me I was beautiful, that I was special. I hadn’t felt that way in a long time, Danny.”
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Tears began rolling down Marilyn’s cheeks, smearing her mascara. “After your father passed, I was so lonely, and Mason… he seemed to understand.”
“You’re telling me you… you’re dating this Mason guy?” Danny’s voice cracked.
Marilyn shook her head. “No! We were dating, but… I thought he cared about me, Danny. He convinced me to get this tattoo, told me it would prove how much I loved him, but…” Marilyn’s voice broke.
“What happened?” I asked softly. “You can tell us, Marilyn.”
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“After I got the tattoo… he laughed at me. Said it was a joke. Said he’d been wondering how far he could push the uptight widow. Then he left.”
The silence in the room was deafening. Lily chose that moment to coo softly, the sound almost jarring in its innocence. Emma reached for her sister’s hand, and I watched as their tiny fingers intertwined.
“I was so humiliated,” Marilyn continued, her words coming faster now. “I couldn’t let you see how stupid I’d been. The gloves… they were my way of hiding it. Every time I looked at this tattoo, I saw my own foolishness staring back at me.”
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Danny moved first, stepping forward to hug his mother. “Mom… I don’t even know what to say. But you didn’t have to go through this alone.”
I looked at Marilyn, really looked at her. Behind the perfect makeup and coordinated outfit, I saw something I’d never noticed before: vulnerability. The weight of her secret had been crushing her, just like the weight of new motherhood had been crushing me.
We’d both been drowning in our own ways, too proud or scared to reach out for help.
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“We all make mistakes,” I said softly. “But we can’t let them define us.”
Marilyn turned to me, her carefully constructed facade completely shattered. “I’ve been so hard on you. I didn’t want to face my mess, so I focused on yours. I’m sorry.” Her voice caught. “The twins… they’re beautiful, and you’re doing an amazing job. I’ve been terrible, haven’t I?”
Tears welled in my eyes as I nodded. “Let’s move forward. Together.”
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As if on cue, both twins started fussing. Without thinking, Marilyn peeled off her remaining glove and reached for Emma.
Her hands were perfectly manicured, with that small heart tattoo telling its own story of human imperfection. For the first time since the twins were born, I felt like we could be a real family.
Later that night, after Marilyn had gone home and the twins were asleep, Danny found me in the nursery.
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“You know,” he said quietly, “I think this is the first time I’ve seen Mom cry since Dad died.”
I leaned against him, watching our daughters sleep. “Sometimes we need to fall apart before we can come back together stronger.”
He kissed the top of my head, and I felt something shift between us — a new understanding, perhaps, or just the recognition that perfection isn’t nearly as important as connection.
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The next morning, when I found Marilyn’s discarded latex gloves in our trash, I smiled. Some messes, it turns out, are worth making.
Here’s another story: When my 12-year-old son Ben took up our wealthy neighbor’s offer to shovel snow for $10 a day, he couldn’t wait to buy gifts for the family. But when that man refused to pay, calling it a “lesson about contracts,” Ben was heartbroken. That’s when I decided to teach him a lesson he’d never forget.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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