After spending three weeks in San Francisco, I returned home to my New York City apartment and there it was: a handwritten note taped to my front door, hanging in the hallway for all to see.
“For the last three weeks," the note read, "I have listened to your loud orgasms and I am sick of it!” I know it’s you and you’re a show off! Could you keep it down?”
So began my building-wide slut-shaming. And I wasn't even the one getting laid.
My plight reminded me of a Daily Star story detailing a letter neighbors sent to a young man in their building whose squeaky bed could be heard at all hours of the night as he got busy.
“Tighten up the screws and tie that bitch down,” the neighbors wrote, referring to the bed. “Or have sex on the floor or on the couch.” But in this instance, the letter was sent (along with condoms, "To show you we are cool with you getting laid... ") instead of taped to a person's door for who-knows-how-long. So, props to the Brits for being so damn polite.