We’ve all seen that one neighbor, let’s call him "Turbo Tom." Tom is out there on a Saturday morning, white-knuckling a gas-powered pressure washer like he’s trying to blast a rocket into orbit. He’s got the narrowest nozzle attached, and…

Let’s be real: there is something deeply, primally satisfying about a high-pressure jet of water obliterating three years of accumulated grime. It’s a power trip. You feel like a god of cleanliness, purging the mildew from your domain with the…