Advice

On guy guy girl.

You’ve given a lot of good advice about threesomes, but mostly regarding girls having them with a heterosexual couple.  What are your thoughts about a woman having a threesome with two men?

Fucking two men at the same time can be a lot of fun, but unless you hang out with a bunch of swingers, that kind of trio is harder to get started than you’d think. You’d be surprised how rare it is for a pair of straight dudes to be comfortable enough to double up on a girl and not freak out if their balls accidentally slap together. I imagine it’s easier with not-so-straight guys, but man-on-man action isn’t my thing. I prefer being the center of attention rather than the vagina in the room that keeps everyone bisexual on a technicality.

If you do find two guys willing and able to sex you up at the same time, odds are they already know each other pretty well, so fair warning — it’s highly likely at some point during the threesome they will either fist bump or high five each other. Try not to take this the wrong way. It’s a sign things are going well.

Feel free to get creative, and don’t be afraid to ask for what you want. If you feel like getting DP’d, just remember, let the guy with the smaller dick be the one to fuck you in the ass. Trust me, it’s easier for everyone that way.

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Advice

On dubious virtue.

Dear Coquette,

I met a girl at a party last night who told me that she was saving herself for someone special, whenever he’d come along. Long story short, she got drunk and ended up dragging my friend to a room and proceeded to have sex.

When I saw it happen yesterday, I honestly didn’t think much of it, but when I woke up this morning, I felt like maybe I should have stopped her from doing something she’d probably end up regretting. I’ve spent most of my after-high school life trying not to impose my own sense of morality on others, but I feel like in this case, when I was confronted with a more confusing scenario (she was very assertive to the people around her), I made a mistake and sat idly by. I’m not a big party person, and sadly (or thankfully?) that’s the first time I’ve actually seen that happen in front of me.

What should I have actually done?


If the girl made a conscious choice to get drunk and then instigated the sex by her own free will, then your neutrality isn’t to blame for any morning-after regret she might be feeling. You aren’t responsible for her dubious virtue just because she was blabbing about it earlier in the evening. She is responsible for her own decisions, stupid though they may be.

For what it’s worth, I’ve found that girls who make their virginity a topic of cocktail party conversation are a special kind of crazy, and the world is full of people who say one thing and then do the opposite, especially while under the influence.

You didn’t do anything wrong by sitting idly by while she got hot and heavy. Then again, you wouldn’t have been wrong to toss cold water onto the situation. Either would have been fine, because this isn’t so much about morality as it is about decorum.

In other words, any mistake you might have made didn’t fall on a spectrum of right or wrong. It fell on a spectrum of trashy or classy. 

Morally, you’re fine. On decorum, I’ll let you judge for yourself.

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Fun-Sized Advice

On fun-sized advice.

Saw on a gossip site Rihanna wearing a cunt necklace? Is it yours? If so, that’s awesome.
No, no. She had the word cunt engraved on a nameplate like some tacky shit at the mall. My bling is way more deluxe than that.


Answer my question!

Okay.


Who are you thinking of voting for in the 2012 presidential election?

Obama.


Do better looking people have better lives?

Yep.


What’s the best way to apologize?

Oral.


If cocaine could be any other color, what would you make it?

Pink.


you’re a bit of a libertine, aren’t you?

Duh.


What’s your opinion on Mississippi as a whole?

You spelled hole wrong.


My boyfriend and I want to have a threesome. Do you want to join us?

Maybe. Are you hot?

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Advice

On getting your news.

Dear Coquette,

Where do you get your news? Growing up, I watched both my siblings reach a phase where they realized that the major news resources are heavily biased, so they jumped to the independent, conspiracy-theory-laden end of the spectrum and started eating it up just because it was different. As a result, I checked out altogether. I figured all news is biased, so why bother?

I know I’m not exactly helping the situation by asking someone else to spoon-feed me a news source I can trust, but I’m 22, and I’m tired of feeling sheltered and stupid. I don’t want to be willfully ignorant, but I know I’m naive and don’t have the critical thinking skills or instincts to know when a reporter is full of crap. I’m afraid that I’m the type to mindlessly buy whatever I’m told. How do I get my head out of my ass?

Congratulations. The very fact that you’re tired of feeling sheltered and stupid means you’ve already pulled your head out of your ass. The real trick now is to make sure you don’t shove it up someone else’s by blindly trusting any spoon-fed news source. 

Instead, you have to start trusting your own capacity for rational thought. Learn how to analyze the media. Ask questions. Challenge assumptions. Check sources. Most importantly, don’t get distracted by a little bias. Media bias is harmless when you can spot it, so quit whining about your naïveté and sharpen those critical thinking skills.

If you need a jumping-off point for becoming an independent thinker in the face of mass media, go pick up copies of “Manufacturing Consent” by Noam Chomsky, “Understanding Media” by Marshall McLuhan and “Letters to a Young Contrarian” by Christopher Hitchens.

Read them, reread them and then read them again. They may frustrate you at first, but don’t give up. Every time you hit an unfamiliar reference, light up Google and learn something. Remember, it’s not about what to think. It’s about a way to think.

I promise, you are capable of clear and independent thought. You don’t need to be spoon-fed anything. Once you trust in your own ability to analyze the media, you will be able to consume any source of news, chew it up, and spit out all the bias and bullshit.

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Advice

On that pregnant teenager.

Well, about the chick who got knocked up, if she was so set on having the baby, couldn’t she just leave it up for adoption? That would only be if she’s set on having the kid though. If she wants to abort it, do it.

No, no. Obviously, you aren’t familiar with rich southern families. Once that kid is born, the biological father has rights, and folks like that don’t fuck around when it comes to potential heirs.

The brutal truth is that unless the mother is black, there’s no way in hell they’d allow her to put that baby up for adoption in New York.

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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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Advice

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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Advice

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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Fun-Sized Advice

On more fun sized advice.

do you even use the questions of other people or do you make them up yourself?
I’ve never made up a single question.


what’s the protocol for behavior after sucking a guys dick then catching unmutual feelings?

Swallow.


What would you recommend as the most graceful reaction to waking up to your friends having sex next to you?

Join in.


Lennon or McCartney?

Harrison.


Your thoughts on Lana del Rey?

I’d like to watch a grainy Super 8 film where Hope Sandoval and Tori Amos take turns punching her in the throat.


Sometimes I worry about what my taste in porn says about me as a person.

How do you think the porn stars feel?


Is it possible to be a feminist and still wear high heels and makeup? I just can’t seem to merge the two.

That’s because you don’t understand feminism, and you aren’t comfortable in your own skin.


What’s greater than God, more evil then the devil, the rich need it, the poor have it, and if you eat it you’ll die?

Grinning idiots like to say “nothing,” but a far superior answer is “my pussy.”

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