Dear Abby (a.k.a. Jeanne Phillips) is either really bored, really stupid, or really being ghost-written by A.I. software.
In April, I wrote this lede: “Dear Abby, the widely syndicated advice column written by Jeanne Phillips (daughter of original Abby, Pauline Phillips) has had a long, uneasy relationship with what rape actually is.” Here we are a-fucking-gain.
Dear Abby, the widely syndicated advice column written by Jeanne Phillips (daughter of original Abby, Pauline Phillips) has had a long, uneasy relationship with what rape actually is. Her most recent column is a confusing cocktail of her old-fashioned bad views mixed with what we can assume was some kind of editorial…
Here is a rule we all ought to be able to follow: If you want to marry someone and they have not asked you yet, ask them to marry you. Do not, under any circumstances, issue an ultimatum.
In light of recent controversies absolutely rocking the nanny industry—a near-confirmed Ben Affleck affair, a rumored Gavin Rossdale affair—the New York Post has offered some advice for safeguarding your marriage.
Would you like to see SNL cast member Vanessa Bayer attempt to out-weird Weird Al? Of course you would!
Today in bad advice: The ludicrous notion that $575 aviators and a $3,500 bomber jacket will make an otherwise meh dude suddenly fuckable to a woman who has decided she's not interested in him that way. Really Esquire, don't encourage them.
Marry Smart, the retrograde pile of garbage that the 'Princeton Mom' has sandwiched between two pieces of cardboard and called a book, drops today. That means Susan Patton is currently making the media rounds, questioning the notion of date rape and insisting that she is "not a provocative person."
A "successful professional woman" sick of strangers commenting on her seemingly preggers belly contacted Dear Abby to, ostensibly, ask how to deal with well-meaning idiots without being a total dick. Instead, Dear Abby told her to wear spanx or get lipo.
The University of Colorado at Colorado Springs Department of Public Safety's website updated its "What to do if you are attacked" page this week to advise female students to pee, vomit, and bleed their way out of being rape victims.
This is what happens when a man asks, in front of an audience full of women, if it's OK to break up with a girlfriend via text message. It seems like he's actually a plant so that Steve Harvey can give his monologue. The fakery seems bad for his brand. Why should we "think like a man" if they're so thoughtless? You…
Those of us who have grown up in the digital age and who strive to live our lives minimizing our assholery abide by a single rule: unless there are dire, life-or-death circumstances or you were explicitly instructed to do so by the person who owns the email account, for the love of all that is holy, do not fucking…
You want to get married. You don't care to whom. You just want a big sparkly ring and an R nestled between the MS. that comes before your name on those late payment notices from The Student Loan Corporation. But you're not married, which is the only thing that you need out of life. You need a man like a fish needs…
We are often amazed at the things people write into advice columnists. But this letter may take the cake.
Around the holidays, when obligation dictates party guest lists, it helps to have a mechanism in place to cope with the inevitable party where one person is way fucking more obnoxious than everyone else. How to deal?
Think Tucker Max and Mystery are bad? Well, meet Don Diebel, the "dating expert" who published this horrifying tome, "The Complete Guide To Meeting Women," back in 1991.
When a reader wrote in to Elle's advice columnist, E. Jean, stating that she'd overheard her managers mocking her weight and feared that her size was holding her back at work, E. Jean responded with a whole bunch of B.S.:
In her latest column, advice columnist Amy Dickinson says she hopes a letter from one of her readers "will be posted on college bulletin boards everywhere." After reading Dickinson's advice for said reader, I sincerely hope this isn't the case.
Jessica from Feministing has dug up what is possibly the worst sex-education website ever. Titled "Sense and Sexuality," the pink-and-flowery page is a mess of misinformation, misleading "facts," and a giant, heaping dose of shame.
Oh, Cosmopolitan magazine. Nothing says "healthy relationships" quite like an article dedicated to teaching women to "train" their boyfriends by applying animal training techniques, as treating them like human beings would be totally absurd, no?