• Admiral Patrick@dubvee.orgEnglish
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      1 year ago

      That, or she’s “29” for the 8th or 9th time. Which makes it funnier because obviously she didn’t think of the implications of her fake age.

      • wjrii@kbin.social
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        1 year ago

        This is a pretty funny little deal, on several levels. At one level it’s obviously sending up the suburbanites lifestyle, but it also has a subtext gently teasing New Yorkers about how they see the rest of the country, like the old “View of the World from 9th Avenue” magazine cover. Probably depends on the audience, I reckon.

        My favorite is probably the fake address. 24th street cuts across Manhattan, at roughly 900 feet per long block, each of which corresponds to a building number 100 higher than the previous block. Extending it out to the fake address, you end up about 90-100 miles away, in the suburbs of Scranton, Pennsylvania, the far hinterlands where people practice weird religions, play with “Toy Men,” and pursue their hobby of “Car Engines” with their shoe-collecting wives who are either teen mothers, being cutely faux-29 forever, or probably both. They live in huge houses on isolated plots of land like an eighth of an acre or more, and they never talk to each other. It’s all really pretty much the same as Michigan or Minnesota or Montana, I think.

  • Neato@kbin.social
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    1 year ago

    On first glance I assumed this was a joke about introverts.

    If this is real, it’s in Chelsea, Manhattan. I had originally assumed maybe it was some rich people who didn’t want attention but that doesn’t seem like a nice place to live, about average in a high-rise apartment. But I know jack about NY.

    I kind of assume the religion thing is BS and they just don’t want attention. Though sending this out is really going to have the opposite effect.

    The “hobbies” are so obviously fake I wonder if it’s witness protection? Except they aren’t that inept.

    • benark@beehaw.orgEnglish
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      1 year ago

      Definitely a joke… there is nowhere on Manhattan with a building number of 56322–it would be somewhere in New Jersey if the numbers went that far west. I’m guessing Patrick has some fun friends or it’s all for lulz.