The originals are HERE.
I say: ugh. I also say: hitman. I also say: why give the pseudonym "Bob" if you're not going to follow up with "Carol"?
I say: yes, she's being a baby, but Prudie is doing a lot of interpreting here (sister jealous of LW worming her way into the family business???), and a cupcake and a round of "Happy Birthday to You" would not have taken too much precious time or attention from daddykins. Certainly the fact that most of the people present don't know the birthday boy doesn't stop people from celebrating at Chuck E. Cheese's.
(There are so many of these. Pretty creepy. See them HERE.)Letter 3 is from a man whose wife has taken a low-stress job at a fastfood place. His coworkers' spouses are all professionals, so he's embarrassed by his déclassée wife. Prudie says to show pride and support and get over his embarrassement. But because he says she can't hold down a job because she fights authority, maybe she needs help from a head doctor.
I say: you're a snob. Why not just pretend you're a widower? Much easier.
I say: tell friend that when he signed up for the degree, he knew what he was getting into.