Your Dirty Laundry

and it WILL NOT go away

Our first report of private matters made far too public comes from the benches in the Los Feliz metro station around 2 pm today (Los Angeles, CA):

Mid-20’s girl with short black hair and light freckles, big plastic yellow earrings and orange converse. She’s wearing short-overalls, and is talking to someone named Jess.

She has a weird rash and it WILL NOT go away. It’s definitely something disgusting she’s really intense. Everybody is staring. this girl is yelling.

She works at Urban Outfitters. Oh and I guess she thinks she “got it from Sal”… which makes it way worse that I’m hearing it.

So there you have it. If you work with this girl, give her some preparation H, alright?

private vs. public: the battle rages on

Remember in high school when you could be sitting in the library (or under the bleachers, if that’s more your scene) and from the other side of the stacks you hear voices and… they’re talking about YOU (or your best friend, or something of that ilk)? It’s painful if the talk is negative (which, let’s be honest, gossip usually is), but at the same time, it’s like stumbling onto a gold mine. Now you know, and they didn’t want you to. YOU WIN.

Welcome to ‘Your Dirty Laundry’, where we will attempt to discourage the airing of ones personal, naughty business in public (in a metaphorical rather than physical sense… though that should be worked on as well). Inspired by this post from Gawker a few months ago, which was seen by some as sort of controversial and some as hilarious and necessary, this site will post reports sent in by any person who is subjected to the far-too-personal conversations of a stranger on a cellphone. While these people may feel like the line at the coffee shop is the correct place to discuss their husband’s erectile dysfunction… well, they’re wrong. We can talk to anyone in seconds, but public is still public and the things you say there are still fair game. So, by decree of public humiliation, I aim to end this plague. Or, barring that… schaedenfreude.

pictures welcome until I start getting death threats. submissions can be sent to airedinpublic@gmail.com. be as descriptive as possible! And don’t worry about being too mean… a good rule of thumb is that it’s not mean if it’s hilarious.

Hopefully, the message will sink in, and next time that girl sitting next to you in the movie theater wants to call her bff to talk about how her new brazilian wax is totally awesome but she hopes her fiance isn’t suspicious, because she never got one before and now she has one right before her business trip with her coworker who she’s totally hooking up with, she’ll keep it to a dull roar. Or maybe a text message?

The first posts will be up soon.

(postscript: I want to make clear that I am in no way against cell phone use, even at the level that some may call “excessive”… I just don’t want to hear about how much your assistant loves anal, mmmmkay? let’s keep it light.)