Back when I first joined the company and was stuck in the land of cubes, absolutely, they drove me nuts. We used to joke about how it was basically a big sorority cube farm. Virtually all the girls I worked with spent at least half their day chitchatting about what clubs they went to last night, what all they were wearing, who they hooked up with, etc. Entertaining stuff for the first hour or so, but hearing it hour after hour, day after day (done in full valley girl 'like oh my god' dialect) it rapidly begins to wear on you and you soon realize why they can't find a guy. No amount of hotness is worth having to deal with that level of nagging irritation and ignorance.
Thankfully, I've got an office now and the company finally realized they weren't working and broke most of that group up.