Advice

On my lovers and haters.

dear raging bitch,
ur answers take way too long to read in relation to how few laughs i get from reading them. if ur goal with this shit is comedy u r teh fale.
less is more.

ps: eat a dick

See that unfollow button in the upper right hand corner? Use it.

While you’re at it, consider using the rest of the letters on your keyboard. Sometimes less is more, but in your case less is just lazy and riddled with attention deficit disorder.

Yeah. I’ve said it before, but I really wish my haters would step it up a bit. There are remarkably few of them for the kind of shit that I talk, and they’re all so retarded it’s not even fair for me to pick on them.

On a related note, someone just sent me this:

Tell these haters to quit sipping on that haterade; make a testimonials page. I know that I’ve sent in thank-you notes when your advice worked for me, and other people must have too. It’d just be interesting to see the outcomes of some of these stories…

That struck me as a pretty good idea. I have quite a collection of thank you notes, follow-up letters, and various indecent proposals. It might be nice to post them somewhere.

I’ll start thinking about the best way to do that.

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Advice

On the new thirty.

Am I a cougar? Seriously, all the signs are there: I’m forty-one, single, I have sex with younger guys and last Friday night I caught myself eating a cheese platter and looking up all my old boyfriends on Facebook. When I saw one of them holding a baby I burst into tears. What is this shit? I have an incredible career. I have NO desire for children (seriously, I don’t) and if I wanted a husband I could have one. Am I a victim of some romantic comedy fantasy or am I in denial about what I really want?

Yes, you are a cheese eating cougar.

That’s fine. There’s no shame in your game. Also, don’t worry about the Facebook incident. You are not a victim of some romantic comedy fantasy.

Those tears weren’t about the baby or anything baby related. Those tears were about the relationship. The baby was just a catalyst for some unprocessed residual emotion you still had for an old boyfriend.

Everyone is entitled to a moment of sentimentality when flipping through old picture albums. You got it out of your system. No big deal.

Keep doing your thing, sister. Live life on your own terms. Just remember, the half-your-age-plus-seven rule applies to women too.

Happy cougaring!

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Advice

On not being crazy

Dear Coke. I am incapable of being happy in a stable relationship and I need you to kick my ass/point out the obvious/whatever magic shit you do that makes things seem so clear and solvable.

I am a total head case. Background details: I was abused as a child (nothing sexual, just your average run-of-the-mill daily beatings), and when my parents divorced my mother blamed it on me and continues to blame it on me(she says I didn’t try hard enough to get my dad to come back home, obviously my mother belongs in a psych ward somewhere), plus due to psychological damage caused by abuse+crazy mother and generally bad fashion sense the adolescent period of my life was a series of embarrassing and painful experiences.

Fast forward ten years later: I am at a great place career-wise, am physically attractive, and I am confident and happy-looking in social settings (I used to feel like vomiting/passing out/hiding out in my room until I died rather than socialize). On the surface I look like I have it all good, but Coke, seriously, I am fucking mess.

I am in the third year of what looks like a great relationship, but inside I feel nothing and I do and say things automatically (because I think thats what I am supposed to say/do).

He “gets me”. Our conversations are still interesting and enjoyable, he knows of my “past” and shows the right amount of empathy and understanding without making me feel like I’m a freak, and he doesn’t run away or shut off when things get rough. He is ridiculously intelligent, he cooks and he makes me laugh. And he is hot, seriously(which is the least of reasons, but just wanted to throw it in there).

I know the “right” thing to do when you have stopped loving someone is to end the relationship, but I am aware that I have serious mental issues, and that this isn’t him, its me. This is the third great relationship in which my heart fizzles out and I am sick of myself. The first time I pulled this shit my friends all thought I was having a mental breakdown (because the guy I left was really really good to me, and I couldn’t even articulate a proper reason for leaving. It was just “I don’t feel anything.”)

My therapist says that this is a defense mechanism and that I just need more time to “heal”. The main question that I have for you is: Is it fair for me to stay with someone I dont love (or feel anything for) because I know my lack of feelings is due to my insanity?

Thank you for reading. And you rock. Now kick my ass. Please.

First of all, you’re not crazy. Not even a little bit. By LA standards, you’re barely even damaged goods.

Yeah, you got smacked around as a kid and your mother is batshit. Big fucking deal. That doesn’t even get you to the first commercial in a slow episode of Behind the Music.

Everyone’s adolescent period is a series of embarrassing and painful experiences. So what? Stop putting your “past” in quotations marks. It’s getting too much attention as it is.

As for your relationship issues, grow the fuck up. The closest thing you have to a serious mental issue is immaturity. Your expectations are girlish and unrealistic.

There is no such thing as “happily ever after.” Shit fizzles. Always. That’s when couples have to start grinding it out. Generally, it’s known as the seven year itch. For you, it’s three. Whatever. Point is, if you build your relationship on more than just puppy love and rainbows, it will mellow into a deep bond of mutual respect. That’s what most people end up calling love.

The man you’re with sounds great. You still respect him, and you care for him deeply. All that’s happened is that you don’t have a crush anymore. You love him, but you’re not “in love” with him in the classical sense.

Unfortunately, you’re burdened with all these things that you think you “know.”

You “know” your lack of feelings is due to your insanity. You “know” to end a relationship when you fall out of love. You “know” the right thing to do.

It’s time to start unknowing some of this shit. These things you insist you “know” are actually horrible patterns of childish behavior that you learned from your fucked-up parents.

Let that shit go.

Yes, it’s fair for you to stay in your current relationship, especially if you’re honest with him about what you’re feeling. You don’t have to get hearts in your eyes every time you look at your man. It’s enough to respect him and enjoy his company. Hey, you never know. You could always fall back in love.

Also, get a new shrink. The one you’ve got is phoning it in. Defense mechanism? Please. You need more time to heal because he needs more time to bill your insurance.

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Advice

On not getting used

Okay. I’ve recently begun fooling around with this guy from work (we’re both college kids, so it’s not like I’m fucking the boss or anything). We have a lot of mutual friends, who seem to really get a kick out of spreading everyone’s gossip around. Anyways, he and I have told no one that we are sleeping together, so it’s very hush-hush. 

Now. I just don’t want to get used, I feel like the whole “let’s not spread this around” kind of thing could potentially enable him to go out and sleep with other girls as well (which I suppose is okay, he and I aren’t officially dating or anything). I would rather know what’s going on with him and his potential other girls, because quite frankly I do not want to waste my time with him, if I’m just one of 15 girls. You know?

So, I want to find a way to bring it up, without being awkward, as I have to work with him, and I still like the guy.

Any ideas of how to bring it up? Or any key phrases to say/AVOID saying? Thank you!!

How is your time with him suddenly being wasted if he sees another girl? I’ll never understand that mentality. Then again, I’ll never understand the mentality of a woman who grants a man the power to “use” her. Fuck that. I’m not some inanimate object that dispenses refreshment. My pussy isn’t a vending machine.

If you don’t want to get used, then be present in the relationship and accept personal responsibility for the decisions you make with your own body. Do that, and he won’t be able to use you. At worst, all he’ll be able to do is lie to you.

As for your dilemma, just be straight with him. Tell him what you expect. Say something like the following:

“I’m not asking for a formal relationship. I’m not telling you that you can’t see other women. All I’m doing is letting you know that I’m not comfortable having sex with you if you’re also having sex with other people. Therefore, out of respect for me, it’s your responsibility to tell me if and when you start having sex with someone else. It’s no big deal either way. It’s not going to fuck up our friendship, because I like you, and I like what we’ve got going on.”

It’s a perfectly reasonable request that not only respects his boundaries, but also your feelings. When he agrees (and he will), then the burden of integrity is on him. He’s the one who has to communicate with you before sleeping around, otherwise it’s a violation of your friendship.

It’s a solid way to get him thinking about the progression of your relationship without feeling trapped. You’ll seem like the cool chick, and if the day comes when he chooses not to sleep with another girl because he’d rather keep sleeping with you, he’ll think it was his idea.

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On ending an ugly mess.

So, there’s this girl. When we first met, she was involved in a serious long-term relationship, and we started out as friends. Things progressed and we starting fucking around November of this past year. This sort of carried on a for a little bit, until she broke up with her boyfriend. We kept hooking up through the holidays, and then made it official as a couple. Things started to get murky in late January when my roommate heard from a mutual friend that my girlfriend was still referring to her ex as her ‘boyfriend’. So, when I borrowed her computer and it opened her GMail instead of mine, I did a little spying. I found out that they had never broken up, that they were on a ‘break’, and she signed their exchanges with declarations of love, of how hard this all was on her, and of how much she missed him. I broke up with her, she broke down, freaked out with apologies, and told her ex everything. He now doesn’t want anything to do with her, and she’s still texting and calling me, telling me how much I mean to her, sending me a Valentine’s Day gift and that sort of thing. So I started fucking her again. And she started telling me she loved me. Now she sleeps over a couple nights a week, and we’re not together, but it’s obvious that she wants it to go in that direction.

I know I should draw a hard line with her, but it’s hard because I was just starting to really fall for her when this all happened. Also, she’s going through a lot of personal shit right now, and our breakup corrupted her social circle and has left her with pretty much no one. Can I just keep fucking her, when I’m moving in May and I know she’s expecting more between now and then? Or should I ditch her and spend my last semester of college hooking up with randos?

Listen, dude. When you steal someone out of a relationship, you get the kind of partner you deserve. If they’re capable of cheating with you, then they’re capable of cheating on you.

We both know that right now she’s a wounded animal looking for emotional shelter, and we also know that you aren’t that shelter. It’s not honest of you to pretend to be.

If you keep fucking her without being emotionally honest, I guarantee it’ll come back to bite you in the ass. Then again, I don’t think you’d know emotional honesty if free samples of it came packaged with Axe body spray.

This whole thing is an ugly mess, and it sounds like you’d rather spend your last semester out trying to get herpes. So yeah, in hopes of avoiding future drama, I guess you should ditch her.

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Advice

On liking to fuck.

I have small boobs but still like to fuck (in a healthy way, not a “I’m a ho” way). How can I be appealing to more guys without pinning them to the ground or hitting on them an embarrassing amount?

I am fascinated by your use of the phrase “but still” in the opening sentence, as if having small boobs is somehow contradictory to liking to fuck.

Also, you don’t have to specify that it’s “in a healthy way.” You like to fuck. Quit apologizing for having a sex drive.

As for being more appealing, just be healthy, both mentally and physically. Never forget that they’re not the ones that pick you. You’re the one that picks them.

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On moving in together.

My boyfriend and I are talking about moving in together. He’s 21 with quite a decent job, and I am a 19-year-old waitress at a shady diner and a full time college student, bringing in less than $1,000 a month. (I live in the ‘burbs of a Midwestern city where the cost of living is relatively low. We could easily find an apartment for less than $500 a month.)

Needless to say, I’m feeling a tad apprehensive.

How do you know if moving in with someone you’re dating is a good decision? I love this guy. He is my very best friend and we get along quite well. I just don’t want to be naive and rush into something foolish. I feel like living with someone is a big step, and once you take it, I don’t know if you can really go back. (I mean, what, once our lease expires we’ll just take out another… indefinitely?)

In the short term, am I kidding myself? Can I really afford this? (School is my top priority. I work about 25 hours a week as it is and could feasibly work only 5 or 10 more.)

Also, I’m afraid of running myself into debt and/or being totally broke when those student loans come back to bite me in the ass in four years.

Any words of wisdom?

I’m assuming you’re either in student housing or living with your parents. If so, you’re right. Moving in with your boyfriend is a big step. It will forever serve as your own personal demarcation line between adolescence and adulthood.

That’s fine. We all have to take the leap sometime, and you seem to be asking all the right questions. Keep asking them.

Really, that’s my only advice. Keep asking questions. Do it together, and force yourselves to come up with the tough answers.

When it comes to legal and financial decisions, always stay rational and unemotional. If it helps, try pretending that you two would be merely roommates, not at all romantically involved.

As roommates, how would you handle the lease? How would you handle monthly rent and utilities? Who owns the furniture? How will you divide up responsibilities? If either of you decided to move out before the lease was up, what would happen? Come up with mutually agreed upon answers to all these questions and write them down.

You’re essentially going through the same process as a couple drafting a prenuptial agreement. Making plans for every possible worst case scenario is the best insurance against rushing into something foolish.

Good luck. You’re gonna need it.

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On self-medicating

I suffer from BED and my weight gain has been out of control lately. I have tried to lose weight the old fashioned way, but all my diets fail because I lack will power and can’t control my binges. So I’m considering using coke as an aid to suppress my need to overeat and take my mind off food. (It’s either that or black market bupropion.) Any advice on that? Do you think it would work?

You’re a binge eater who wants to trade up to a coke habit. What could possibly go wrong?

Listen, sweetie. You have deep-seated psychological problems, impulse control issues, and a lack of will power. Cocaine will fucking destroy you.

Self-medication by a person inherently incapable of self-regulation does not work. It may seem effective in the short term, but it always makes things worse. All you’re doing is switching substances. You’re not addressing the underlying addiction.

By the way, did a medical professional diagnose you with Binge Eating Disorder, or did you just look that shit up on wikipedia? And what’s all this talk about black market anti-depressants?

I have a sneaking suspicion that you’ve never actually talked to a doctor, and you’re just a fat chick with an internet connection who’s full of shit. It’s bad enough to self-medicate, but you sure as hell don’t get to self-diagnose.

Go to a doctor, preferably a psychiatrist specializing in eating disorders. Get some real help.

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On dating.

Is dating ever not-stupid? I mean dating as in “we had a couple of dates,” not as a synonym for having relationships. All the worthwhile couples I know either became a full fledged couple (whether monogamous or not) pretty much on the week that they met, or just hung out in the same social circles.

Every generation has its own unique set of courtship rituals. In our corner of the world, the formal dating ritual is on the cusp of becoming an anachronism. That doesn’t mean dating is stupid. It’s just no longer the dominant paradigm.

There will always be a process by which we choose mates, but the equalization of gender roles and shifting cultural values no longer make it necessary to follow a scripted, rules-based model of the get-to-know-you game. Courtship hasn’t gone anywhere. It’s just more casual.

If you’re asking this question because you’d prefer dating to today’s amorphous style of courtship, don’t get frustrated. You can still date. The world is full of people who prefer antiques. Just because dating is outdated, that doesn’t mean it’s irrelevant.

On the other hand, if you were just confirming what you already felt to be true about dating, then yes. You can ignore your mother’s rules.

Either way, just enjoy yourself. We’re lucky to live in an era where our livelihoods no longer depend on it.

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