Advice

On fifteen and pregnant.

Hi, I really need your help. I’m fifteen and I’ve been going out with this guy for six months, three weeks ago I found out I was pregnant. My boyfriend is seventeen and he wants to be there for me and the baby. But he also wants me to move to another state with him and his family. We both currently live in New York and if I move I will have no support network. They are a rich southern family, and moved to the city so that his dad could set up another branch of his company, his mom is a southern belle and an overbearing bitch.  She always gets her way with him, his dad and his three brothers and sister. She thinks we should get married before I start showing, bear in mind that I found out about this three weeks ago. I really want to stay in New York but I know that he will go with them, and I don’t want to miss out on the chance of my baby having a dad.

Please go have an abortion. I’m serious. You are not ready to be a mother.

If you insist on making a huge mistake with your life by squirting out that dream-killing accident, then go ahead and move down south with your teenage baby daddy and his meddling family. While you’re at it, you might as well have a shotgun wedding. What’s one more shitty decision at that point?

Fucking idiot.

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On occupying wall street.

fuck you for your lack of support to the wall street kids. you must be pretty fucking out of touch with reality. those ”bunch of fuzzy-headed antiglobalization dorks loitering around lower Manhattan confusing their own vegan farts for a whiff of revolution” include my friends, many of whom are forced to work shitty underpaid jobs without insurance just to eat. my best friend just had to have emergency surgery without insurance. compounded with her student loan debt, she’s now facing eviction. go to hell, seriously.

You’re not gonna squeeze any sympathy out of me because your friends work underpaid jobs without insurance. I’ve been there, asshole. It’s called being in your twenties. Everyone without a trust fund has to do it, so quit whining.

As for the protest, it was just a bunch of fuzzy-headed antiglobalization dorks when I wrote that two weeks ago. It’s not anymore. They’ve picked up some momentum and a few celebrity endorsements. Good for them, but it isn’t nearly enough, which has been my point all along.

This is still just the cultural equivalent of a temper tantrum. It’s steam harmlessly escaping from a pressure release valve. It’s toothless. That doesn’t mean it can’t explode into something with the potential to alter the American experience. Hopefully it will, but to do that, it’ll have to evolve way beyond an unfocused expression of socio-economic frustration. It will have to grow teeth.

Wanting more from this protest doesn’t mean I lack support for the kids out there on the street, especially when they’re getting the shit kicked out of them by the NYPD.

I’m down for the revolution. Bring it.

But so far, this ain’t it.

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Advice

On a choice

Dear Coquette,

I’m in a serious relationship with a man with whom I want to spend the rest of my life, but I’ve just been offered my dream job with an amazing team on the opposite side of the country. My boyfriend is in a good place at work, and it’d be unfair to ask him to uproot himself from the career he has worked so hard to build. In addition, he’s trying to reach a point where he can support his little sister in high school (and soon, college), so his parents can retire.

Moving isn’t an option to him. He originally had hoped that we would get married within the next two or three years. If I take the job, it would be a four-year commitment. Realistically speaking, I won’t be able to get an equivalent opportunity again, since my college GPA was low and I got the offer through some aggressive networking while interning at the company.

I feel like I have to choose between my career or family before I have either. Is there any way this could work? I’m just being selfish, right? To want to leave for four years and ask him to wait for me. He has said he would, but he’s incredibly hurt that I even applied for the position.

I should probably mention … we spent the last 18 months apart while I studied/temped out of state and we’ve been together two years. Knock some sense into me, please.

First of all, congratulations on your hustle. It’s not an easy thing to land your dream job in today’s economy, and it sounds like you’ve done what it takes to get your shot. You should be proud of yourself.

For what it’s worth, you’re not choosing between a career or a family. You’re choosing between a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to follow your dreams and a boyfriend who, despite a lot of talk, hasn’t put a ring on your finger.

The good news is, you’re still gonna have a family. The bad news is, it’s just not gonna be with your current dude. I know that’s an unimaginable thing to hear when you’re young and in love, but that’s just the way these things go. Sorry, kiddo. You have to sacrifice for what you want in life, and we both know damn well what you really want.

Take the dream job and don’t look back. Don’t ask him to wait for you. That’s not fair, nor is it realistic. You have to accept that moving across the country for half a decade will be the end of the relationship. It doesn’t make you a bad person, nor does it make you selfish.

This guy isn’t your fiancé, much less your husband, so all your talk about wanting to spend the rest of your life with him sounds silly in light of your own self-made opportunity. I know right now you’re head over heels, but that kind of thing mellows with time, and if you pass up on your dreams just to stick around and be his girlfriend, eventually you will resent him for it.

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On a loser.

Dear Coquette,

My boyfriend just went to jail. He had a court date and they took him into custody for not complying with his probation. His sentencing isn’t for another month and I’m going to do everything I can to be there. He knows I’m here for him, as does his family, and I already told him I’d wait, no matter how long it takes. I’ve been completely in love with him since I was a teen, but between the time I met him (when I was 14 years old) and now, I’ve been with other guys. While he’s away now, I’m just going to keep to myself. I really don’t want anyone else. He’s everything I want, even though he’s made mistakes. I accept him for who he is and he does the same with me. I have two kids that he absolutely adores and they adore him, too. Never, in my life, has anyone made me feel like this. I just know he’s the one. I guess I’m just looking for reassurance that everything will be fine.


Everything will not be fine. Sorry, kiddo. You’ve made a string of poor life decisions, and you’re too dumb and in love to start changing that anytime soon. It sucks, because you brought two kids into this world when you probably shouldn’t have, and it’s not their fault you’re such a loser.

Yeah, that’s right. I called you a loser. I know it’s not good manners to just come out and say it like that, but it’s the damn truth, and if you’re ever gonna start changing your life, you need to feel a little shame for the choices you’ve made thus far.

I’m not saying you’re a bad person. Hell, I’m not even saying that your boyfriend is a bad person. I’m simply saying that it’s not okay to be a single mother with a boyfriend in jail. You’ve got to set higher standards for yourself than that. You’re a loser in love with a loser, and both of your kids will grow up to be losers unless you do what you can to stop being a loser.

Unfortunately, I can’t tell you how to do that. Sure, I can tell you to raise your standards, end your relationship with this guy, get an education, and spend a lifetime working hard to provide an even better education for your kids, but you aren’t ready to hear that right now. All you want to hear is that it’s okay to keep acting like a love-stoned teenager. Well, it’s not. Your time for fooling around with bad boys ended the second you made the decision to become a mother.

No one with a clue could possibly give you any reassurance right now. Life is only going to get harder, and by the time you’re wise enough to want more for yourself, it’ll probably be too late to do a damn thing about it. Still, I hope you get it together one day. I really do. In the meantime, quit worrying about your love life and focus on motherhood.

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On doing playboy.

What are your thoughts on Playboy? I am graduating this year from college and I am considering doing it. I was raised in a strict catholic family, but I’ve grown into a spiritual adult without religious affiliation. I’m curious to know your thoughts.

It’s Playboy. Honestly, who gives a shit anymore? Same to your lukewarm spirituality brewed from clichéd catholic upbringing. Get over yourself. Nobody gives a chubby fuck if you slip a little nip on some undercard college spread in the back pages of a dying publication that hasn’t been culturally relevant in any of our lifetimes.

Do Playboy. Don’t do Playboy. Whatever.

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On occupying wall street.

Coquette, I need to hear your take on the occupy wall street shit going on right now.

Please. It’s just a bunch of fuzzy-headed antiglobalization dorks loitering around lower Manhattan confusing their own vegan farts for a whiff of revolution.

Those ineffectual douchenozzles wouldn’t know how to jam culture if Robespierre’s ghost showed up at Goldman Sachs with a guillotine.

Call me when there’s blood in the streets and investment bankers are fleeing the country in exile. Until then, don’t bore me with freshman bullshit.

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On woo girls.

Every time I “party”, I lose my voice. I currently sound like a 90 year old smoker after a ragin’ bachelorette weekend. Any tips so I don’t regularly show up to work sounding like I’ve been downing tequila shots all weekend?

If you’re the type of simple bitch who puts the word party in quotation marks, then you’re also the type who screams “Woo!” at the top of your sloppy cunt lungs whenever one of your sloppy cunt friends does a shot.

Stop that annoying shit. Not only will you have a voice the next day, but everyone will hate you less.

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On three phases of sex.

Dear Coquette,

I had sex for the first time the other night, and ever since, I’ve been down on myself. It’s gotten to the point where whenever I read, “Virgins are like unicorns these days” or some stuff like that, I get this cringe-y feeling in my stomach. I just feel depressed. How do I overcome this? I’m probably just being hormonal, huh?

Nope, it’s not hormones. What you’re experiencing is a thick warm slice of good old-fashioned sexual shame. It’s ugly stuff, and the best way to overcome it is to start critically examining the cultural cues that cause you to feel that way. You can’t help but live in a society that shames you for having sex, but you sure as hell don’t have to listen to it.

You’ve been conditioned to believe that virginity is sacred and sex is dirty, when neither is particularly true. If you’re ready to be sexually active, that’s OK. If you’re not, that’s OK too. Either way, your sexuality isn’t a bad thing. It’s a natural part of the human condition, and as long as you’re smart about it and practice safe sex, you have no reason to feel ashamed.


The sex is getting boring after two and half years. He’s not putting in the same effort to get me into it like he used to. We’ll just be lying together still and quiet, and he’ll very abruptly ask for it. It’s not sexy at all, and then I feel reluctant. How do I fix it?

It took two and a half years for the sex to get boring? That’s not bad, considering you sound like the type who just lies there. Light your own damn fire, lady. It’s not his job to get you into it. If you want foreplay, initiate it yourself. Tell him what you want. Make an effort, and I have no doubt he’ll reciprocate.


I’m dating an older man. He’s sexy, funny, successful and charming, but recently he’s been having some erectile issues. He’s avoiding Viagra as a point of pride, but I know it would help. How do I convince him to use the little blue pill without hurting his feelings?

Yeah, been there. You might wanna suggest taking it together recreationally. That way, it becomes a kinky thing instead of a dysfunction thing. Most likely, you’ll only need to get him to try it once. After that, he’ll keep a bottle by the bedside table.

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On a victim’s responsibility

I agree with everything you said and in regards to ‘On unburdening yourself’ and understand how monumentally hard on the soul that situation must be but I think it’s also important that OP should also understand that she has a responsibility to make sure that this slimy fuck is not still doing to others what he did to her.

Um, no. She does not have that responsibility. She is the victim. She has no moral obligation to involve herself with her victimizer whatsoever.

If she’s strong enough to grind her way through the justice system, that’s great. More power to her. Hell, if she hunts down this child molester and shoots him in the dick, I’m not gonna hold it against her.

Still, she doesn’t have to do a damn thing. It’s not on her.

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