Dear Girls Above Me whose premise is this:
Two annoying girls moved into the apartment above me.
I'm forced to hear every dumb thing they say.
These are my letters to them.
Let's ignore the fact that these two "girls" are actually fully grown women who have attended college (based on things the author claims they've said), and let's also ignore the fact that he blames being able to hear them have casual conversation on
them and, oh I don't know,
poor building design. The gist is two
hot chicks women moved in above this poor fellow and have normal conversations that he, apparently, can't help but hear.
I've lived in apartments before, and I've had to deal with elephant tamers (well, that's what I imagined they were with all the stomping around), and I've dealt with crying children, dysfunctional family fights, and all the other joys of poor soundproofing. Most people either accept that some sounds are unavoidable or they go to their apartment neighbors and ask politely for them to keep it down. If that doesn't work, there's always speaking to the building owner or, in really severe cases, talking to the cops. Or, permitting he has the funds of course, he could
move. But this man has decided to forget any of those options and instead went straight for his fifteen minutes of internet fame. Naturally, I being the humorless feminist I am, have failed to see what's so humorous about this and instead find it creepy and rather disturbing.
( Trigger warnings for allusions to stalking. )I have now secured my position as a Humorless Feminist(TM). Time for me to go burn some bras. I've got a ways to go if I'm going to make my quota this month!