BELTWAY BLUES
For several months running “Dear Prudie” has been at or near the top of my monthly search engine referrals, even though I’ve only mentioned that particular Slate column once or twice in the history of OTB. Now, like Steven Taylor and his Sultan of Brunei situation, I have someone who apparently thinks I am Dear Prudie and who is soliciting my advice:
Dear prudie,
i am in deep.There is this boy that i really like but i dont think he likes me. I am so in love with him. We have good conversations. There is this other girl in the way of me getting together with him. She is always telling him lies about me and she is making him turn his back on me and after a while he comes back. Is that a sign that he likes me? What must i do to get rid of the other girl from telling him those stuff? What must i do that will make him come to me and dont worry with the other girl anymore?-too much in love.
Personally, I’m thinking he doesn’t like her because of her poor grammatical skills. If you have other helpful advice, please feel free to pitch in.
I hear Dennis Kucinich is “available.”
I win this one: Being the Sultan of Brunei is far cooler than being an advice columnist.
True. Although you don’t have to live in Brunei to be an advice columnist–a plus.
Dear Prudie,
I don’t know what to do. there’s this club I belong to. I used to be the fave guy in the club, but then, about three years ago, everyone started dissin’ me. Now, I can’t even get a notice in the local newspaper. Today, I made a desperate attempt to get back into the good graces of my club. I hope it works out. Am I doing the right thing, Prudie?
– Lonely in Tennessee
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