The originals are HERE.
All the writers are asking Prudie for permission to open their pieholes. People, you can open your piehole. That's why it opens.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
|This week's selection sponsored by Midge, the new reference in gold-digging artistes|
Letter 1 is from a dying man who wants to leave money to his mistress in his will. Prudie says it's important to make sure its discreet, and to plan for the truth coming out. I say, yeah. And I look forward to the fake-Christian/fake-Muslim fake attacks on Emily's lack of morality. Pre-emptive yawn.
|Biggest fashion issue here is the carpet|
|A Park Slope susheteria|
|Babies don't have to be this chubby, but they shouldn't be rail thin, either|
|"Une surprise-party" in French is a dance party held at the home of a teen.|
Thursday, March 17, 2011
I'm an attractive young woman who had no lack of suitors. I fell in love and married a guy whose intellect I greatly admired, even though I found him physically unattractive, and pretty lousy in bed. I'm now wondering if I haven't made a mistake, as he treats me like a child and refuses to engage in any serious discussions. All he likes to talk about are the silly TV shows I put on in the evening to relax after a hard day's work. Should I get out of this marriage before it goes on too long?
He's awfully dim for such a bright guy
I was seeing this guy for a while, and we just slept together for the first time, which is when I discovered he is uncircumsized. I find this gross: is it too soon to ask him to have himself cut?
If God wanted men to have foreskins, he wouldn't have made circumcision a sign of his everlasting covenant
We recently decided to kill two birds with one stone by helping out this unemployed fellow we met. We hired him to tutor our kids, with the goal of getting them through their rote homework faster so they would have time for their arts, hobbies, sport, and more useful activities. He's now bitching because he thinks the kids should do these pages and pages of busywork on their own, which makes me wonder what he thinks I'm paying HIM for. I hate to leave him with no income, but should I feel any scruples about letting him go?
I was recently called in by some staff at a company who were interested in unionizing. Many of their colleagues are opposed to unions, because they are convinced that their firm is one big happy family and that if they unionize, they will hurt their company. What can I do to show these employees that unless they join together, they will continue to be called on to provide free labor and duties worthy of domestic servants to those who are making fortunes off their work?
Wondering in Wisconsin
Because I'm getting old and a bit forgetful, my family is convinced I have Alzheimer's. I've decided that if they are convinced I'm losing it, I might as well enjoy myself. For example, at a recent party I made sure my son-in-law's sister was alone to see me with the bowl of fruit salad while I pretended to pick out the strawberries, lick them, and put them back in the bowl. My question, Prudie, is: next time, should I just pretend, or should I actually lick the suckers?
Sane but silly
Thursday, March 10, 2011
I say, yeah. And wear a condom, guys, when you sleep around.
I say, whatever.
I say, if the party's not during office hours, it's not work, and it she's supposed to work, she should be paid. Ah, those damn unions.
Letter 3 is from a mom whose future DIL is a bridezilla, who is making LW buy a dress in an unattractive color. Prudie points out that weddings should not be Broadway shows with a color-coordinated cast of characters. A bride does not tell her guests what color to wear, even less when it's an elder, even lesser when it's her MIL.
I say that this is the aspect of weddings many gays really long for.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
If's from HERE.
Letter 2 is from a woman who feels intellectually inferior to her brilliant son. Prudie says to stop worrying, and gives some OK advice on how to manage. I suggest reading the recent advice to the woman whose BF, family and friends are all so much more successful than her.
|It could be so much worse: Imagine this was the fruit of your loins|