Dear Ms. Demeanor,
I am doing in the one-bedroom-into-two-fake-wall thing, living the dream in the city post-college. It is all very "Girls" except for my crazy roommate who is basically a nudist (although maybe that still is "Girls.")
As she has gotten more comfortable with me over the year, she is wearing less and less clothing and now I'm lucky if I go a day without seeing her nipples.
I am all for live and let live but she needs to get her bare ass off my kitchen chairs, y'know? I have told her in a joking way to put her clothes back on but she just laughs.
Help me, Ms. Demeanor! You're my only hope!
Even Pasties Would Be an Improvement
If it isn't funny, why are you joking with her?
LEAN IN and make your needs and wants known to your roommate. Tell her the exact level of dishabille with which you can deal. Put on your big girls pants and tell her to put on hers.
May the boy shorts be with you,
Ms. Demeanor is channeled by a longtime Manhattan vertical dweller and real-estate voyeur who writes under the pen name Jamie Lauren Sutton. She is here to commiserate, calm and correct. Please email your quandaries to [email protected] and put "Dear Ms. Demeanor" in the subject line.