I am a big fan of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon. His “Thank You Notes” sketch is hilarious. In light of my sincere appreciation of this concept, I have decided to do a “letters” blog sketch of my own.
Facebook may be a cool place for people to hangout (look at other people’s photos), catch up with old friends and family members (not you granny, sorry, having Mummy as a friend is already too weird).
But, it can be quite daunting because even with your privacy cranked up, random people can still send you messages. I normally don’t check my messages for days, so I sometimes miss important messages from my younger brother who’s attending Uni in Canada and often sends me SOS’s intended for my parents. However, it never ceases to amaze me that despite my “in a relationship” status and the photo of my extremely handsome boyfriend, men still manage to infiltrate my inbox.
The messages are sometimes polite, slightly disturbing, and occasionally downright disgusting. So I started posting rejection letters on my wall. It had such a great response that I’ve decided to run them here on my blog. I know you must be concerned about my ability to write rejection letters.
Be not afraid! Not only do I not have an agent for my literary endeavors (dozens of rejections), but when I thought I wanted to be a physician, I applied to twelve schools – I got into two! Don’t worry, my ego snapped back when I got accepted to the only two PhD programs I applied to this year.
Today’s rejection letter goes out to Mr. “Igot Wot-UNeed”.
Dear Mr. Igot Wot-UNeed,
After carefully considering your research proposal and reviewing the relevant literature, we have concluded that “biological clock re-setters” are not conducive to women in serious relationships. Biological clock stoppers are already in place and we have expert staff already working on maintenance. In light of this, we cannot accept your application for potential husband and father. But we do wish the best in your search for a good wife, and potential mother of your children.