A scan of the actual ad (and comments)
On the one side, we have the bright, shiny happy women of Abbott Place seeking a roommate. The screengrab of the Abbott Place website (below) no doubt shows the kinds of students they want to attract. This is one of a growing number of new corporate student ghettos, I mean apartment complexes, that feature niceties like the above-mentioned fitness room and tanning parlor.
On the other side of the cultural divide are the coop-loving earth mothers who view those amenities as signs of vanity if not an incipient eating disorder. Then there’s the young woman who changed Pool to Poop (my kind of girl). And the one who added the colorful Jesus sticker. Can’t we all just get along?
The home page of the Abbott Place website
A web page for the coop house called Miles Davis
My favorite graffiti is in the chemistry building 1st floor girl’s bathroom, middle stall:
Johnny was a chemist,
but now he is no more.
What Johnny thought was H2O
Was H2SO4
This was followed by a large red arrow pointing to the words “Johnny wasn’t a very good chemist, now was he? Perhaps he deserved to die.”
What happened to just wanting to live close to a bar so you could stumble home. I have a good friend who bought one of those trailers right behind the Coral Gables. The trailer was so small you couldn’t turn around in the shower. I’m pretty sure it didn’t have a tanning area. Is that trailer park still there?
This note is the kind Davy Rothbart runs in his Found magazine.