Letter to the editor: Lofts not so luxurious after all
Published: Thursday, September 20, 2012
Updated: Thursday, September 20, 2012 11:09
Boy, do hangovers put me in a cynical mood...
With that being said, I’m going to respond to an article in last week’s edition of the Cynic, entitled: “UVM cribs: Redstone Apartment edition.” Where to begin...
Let’s take a moment to consider the picture beside the article. Senior Sarah Pietryka stands barefooted, gazing over her disaster of a room in the same manner as a farmer would have depressingly seen her crop after being ravaged by a dust storm.
Mr. Rogers, this week’s writer, explains: “Walking through the front door of Pietryka’s apartment, one can see a mahogany four-person table decorated with placements and candles, which convey a domestic atmosphere, as well as a kitchen set off to the right of the hallway.”
Well, one would infer based on this sentence that this scene is in fact the picture of a lovely, serene, tidy living space. But oh, how wrong Mr. Rogers is.
This mahogany table is nowhere to be seen. Could it be that blue thing covered with those classy vino-placemats? I don’t see any candles, but I do see several lovely glasses of wine, complete with white and red grapes to boot.
Otherwise, I am left underwhelmed by the room. What should I be more impressed by: the fact that the place is cluttered with boxes and disastrously placed ambient lighting, the fact that Ms. Pietryka has the look of sheer embarrassment on her face or the fact that the dining room is in shambles.
I can’t even see the coffee table and 50-inch flatscreen TV that Mr. Rogers raves about. Is it possible that no one gave the poor girl time to make her house remotely presentable to the entire UVM populace?
This is no classy crib, and Ms. Pietryka certainly does not belong to any cult of domesticity. This dark and depressing space makes my head throb. Mi casa no es su casa. I think I’ll take a nap now.
Class of 2015