A Chicago condo owner who lives part-time in California returned home to find all his booze gone, a mysterious hookah on his dining room table, and a young couple sleeping in his bed. As he asked the couple to leave his apartment, they told him they’d booked the room on Airbnb.

It's been three months since Fox media mogul Rupert Murdoch slipped the surly bonds of matrimonial discord with Wendi Deng, ceding her custody of their two children and Fifth Avenue triplex. Lesser men might buckle under the ennui now. Murdoch bought a sick fucking condo.

Smoking is already banned in New York's restaurants and bars and its parks and public walkways. Now people are trying to ban smoking in your own damn home.

Radio host Gawker fan Rush Limbaugh sold his New York condo for around $11.5 million (below the $12.95 million asking price) and is leaving town—even after we got him such a nice wedding present and everything! [WSJ]

Are you one of those "young people whose true religion is music?" Marketing consultants have determined the proper place for you to live: in a gleaming, Miami Beach-style condo on West 30th street. Where music lives!

The NYC Housing Authority is spending $248 million to renovate two shitty Brooklyn housing projects, while "a developer recently spent...$152 million [building a] condominium tower nearby." Which is probably languishing unsold! Just give everyone a free condo, the end. [NYT.]

At a new condo in the East Village in NYC, a volatile mix of summer weather, a rooftop pool, gays, hipsters, and wealthy young hedge fund yuppies conspired to form a party that resulted, predictably, in drinking, drugs, debauchery, and defecation. Disasters of this type never happened when all members of various disparate cultural groups stayed neatly separated from each other, in neighborhoods segmented by class, wealth, race, and sexual preference. A Curbed tipster gives a brief glimpse into this dangerous world in which ubiquitous money obliterates traditional social boundaries and brings together GayHipYups in search of intoxication:

We were all set to post about the N.Y.U. mag Brownstone's silly "14 Most Influential Students" feature ("After stalling for awhile, I finally asked him why he thought he made the list, having no real idea myself." Okay then!). Until we noticed the ad that the magazine is running on their website. Here's to living off campus!

It is only a matter of time until ID-card protected walkways connect the new condo buildings that self-contain New York's newest and brightest youngsters. The Times real estate front pager on those "friendly apartment buildings" this weekend was notable for the picture alone: Carefree whites chortling over a complimentary croissant, a tub of Stoneyfield Yogurt self-righteously open on the spotless glass table. It filled us with loathing. These are people who amble downstairs (or upstairs!) and cavort with their fellow tenants in vast and well-lit common safe spaces. They are clad in "in sweatshirts and fuzzy slippers, suits and oxfords, seeking chocolate muffins and Cheerios." They are evil and they must be stopped. But what if they are us?

Today's New York Post Home real estate insert conveniently gathers all the ridiculous slogans that upscale condos are using to lure rubes into laying out $2,000 per square foot. Let's get a gander at what the best advertising minds of our generation have to offer!