In 1924, she became the first woman at Stanford with a column on the student newspaper. At 19, she had a movie option, a contract for a vaudeville act, and a recording contract with Columbia. At 23, she was America’s youngest feature writer and youngest syndicated columnist, billed as the “modern girl philosopher,”…
“Ask a Former Drunk” is a five-part advice series running on Tuesdays. Read last week’s installment here.
At first glance, the answer would appear to be no.
Ask Polly, formerly of The Awl, has found a new home at New York Magazine's The Cut, and earlier this week posted the best, most cathartic, kind, lovely, and incredible advice column I've ever read.
Rocker and party expert Andrew W. K. has been writing an advice column for the Village Voice for several months now, and it's an absolute goddamn treasure. If you're not convinced based on that one hyperbolic-sounding sentence, a quick read of this recent column to a teenage girl whose boyfriend is mean to her should…
Print media is still full of delightful surprises, including a letter this weekend to syndicated advice columnist Amy Dickinson from an amateur actor who can't bear the ridicule of her children when they watch the movie she and her husband filmed with friends. It's sad, bizarre, and painfully ingenuous all at once.
As anyone who's attended a freshman orientation rape prevention seminar can tell you, sexual victimization is much more common than most people are comfortable admitting, and most sexual abuse goes unreported. And while profiles of sexual abuse victims are more diverse than fast food restaurants' Kidz Klub mascots,…
Today in what-the-fuck, an advice columnist explains that while men deserve to be told when their wives are cheating, cuckolded ladies should be kept in the dark. Because they're such bitches.
Well, it was bound to happen: two online advice columns received — and published — the same letter today. Their different responses provide a window into the columnists' psyches.
We are often amazed at the things people write into advice columnists. But this letter may take the cake.
Not after reading this letter to XX's "Friend or Foe" column, which takes birthday-party friend demands to new (literal) heights.
"I don't fear him. He has hit me twice," writes an advice-seeker of her husband. And instead of telling her to leave, columnist Cary Tennis says they can work it out. Can this ever be good advice?
Among all the personae ex-escort Ashley Dupre could have adopted for her New York Post advice column, it appears she's chosen staggering banality. After the jump, her surprisingly vanilla views on marriage, sexy Santa outfits, and dicks.
Advice columns are a little like cats: they may not actually do much, but they're fun to look at. Also like cats, not all advice columns are created equal. After the jump, we grade a few of the major players.
It's always amazing the questions people are willing to ask in public advice forums. In today's Guardian, a man writes in to the advice columnist to ask whether his wife's new short haircut indicates a subconscious distaste for sex — and, yes, their sex life is bad. Therapist Pamela Stephenson Connolly's advice is…
The trials and tribulations of living as a country-club wife. [Washington Post]
