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.