As we were browsing the internets for a leisurely, late-afternoon read, we came across this charming ode to New York University, whose campus-less doors are home to thousands of downtown trustafarians.

"Fuck NYU! It's the rape of the landscape! That's what NYU is doing to the East Village." It's 11 o'clock in the morning, a jackhammer is pounding in the background, and Michael Gallagher is having a conniption fit.

Best leid ever? Perhaps! Except, as it turns out, it's just a boring article about some guy's periodical store.

You see, apparently NYU's building some ginormous, 26-story eyesore of a dormitory, and the scaffolding completely blocks the moldy old cellar that this Gallagher guy calls a business. Or whatever.

But we're still stuck on the whole "NYU—it's the rape of the landscape" line. You know, because sometimes, we also feel as though those bong-smoking, Nietzche reading, purple-sweatshirt wearing freaks truly are raping, sodomizing and assfucking the hell out of New York City real estate.

Or at least creating interminable lines for everyone at Trader Joe's.

Either way, it's about time someone finally called them on it.