Aw YABU, but I am smiling typing that!
In a bizarre turn of events, I ended up visiting a house I lived in as a student about 10 yrs ago. We loved it - huuuge bedrooms, massive kitchen for parties, right near the pubs and supermarket, and the bus route to city centre and uni (Smithdown road, Liverpool!). All our mates lived in the houses surrounding us, it was amazing fun, 5 people to one house.
Holy shit! It is a DUMP! There are bars on the windows, the rank smell of damp which was probably masked by smoke and incense, the shabbiness, the tiny little leaky bathroom, the noisy student neighbours...I could go on.
Point is, your priorities are different when you are younger and everyone is in the same boat. Your need for comfort changes slowly as you grow up depending on your income, where everyone around you is doing, etc. I didn't think DH and I had changed that much since then until we ended up there. Left with the confirmation that we are All Growed Up now 
Unless the landlord is breaking the safety rules, then leave her to it. She'll have a ball.
Or tell her there's a MNer who lives nearby with a dishwasher, tumble drier and no beer can pyramid in the kitchen