I've been cleaning out my room this weekend, and I threw out a whole bunch of stuff, including a broken lamp. My mom saw me get ready to take it out to the garbage bin and asked: "Why are you throwing out a perfectly good lamp?"
To which I replied: "It's perfectly good if you want a broken lamp."
Then she said: "You could fix it."
I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying, "Oh, yes, Mom! I'll fix it and electrocute myself the second I plug it in!" She is so hypocritical. She tells me to get rid of things, but when I throw stuff out, she always asks why and then tells me to fix it and keep it. If I kept every single thing I ever bought, my postage-stamp sized room would be a giant heap of old books, rotting makeup, crumpled paper, and various dying bits of electronics.