I am hopelessly addicted to advice columns. I love to judge people, but I feel like a shitty person when I judge, so I read advice columns to watch other people judge and feel good about myself. Like Nero. Or Caligula. All the good people follow my plan.
And then there’s Dear Coquette. Self-described as, “Shady advice from a raging bitch who has no business answering any of these questions.” It’s a little less shady and a little more FUCK YEAH THAT’S RIGHT YOU TELL ‘EM. The advice is sound, the writing is fantastic, and it’s fucking hilarious.
Happy Friday! Have a good New Year’s Eve and a Bloody Mary New Year’s Day.
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I first read this as “dear croquette” which would have been, um, a bit different. Happy new year!
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I love it… this is the exact kind of cunty, no-nonsense advice that I’m ballsy enough to give once I’m about 3 Tom Collins into a good evening.
I loooooove Dear Coquette. I love how she’s hilarious, yet logical. And I love how she sasses teenage bitches who think their summer reading list from university is somehow impressive.
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