Someone writes into XX's "Friend or Foe" column with a question: why does her friend insist on bringing her "bratty and obnoxious" kids — and hubby! — everywhere? After all, "If I enjoyed having kids around, I'd have some myself:"

"For the record, I really was roofied, ma'am. [...] P.S. The day I rely more on a boyfriend than on a best girlfriend is the day I lose hope for womankind." — Friend Or Foe letter-writer [Double X]

Lucinda Rosenfeld is shocked that her readers think a woman who was roofied might also have been raped, and deserved a more serious response. Rosenfeld says, "I have to admit, I did not think of that at the time." [DoubleX]

Recently, a woman told Lucinda Rosenfeld, novelist and author of the intermittently obnoxious advice column 'Friend or Foe', that her friends had ditched her when she got roofied. Rosenthal's response: get over it.

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.

I'm So Happy For You, a new novel by novelist Lucinda Rosenfeld, makes female friendships seem like a supremely unpleasant, never-ending status game.