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Sars,
There’s this boy. We’re from the same smallish town, so I’ve known him since we were about five or six, though we were never really friends, just passing acquaintances, at most. In high school, we …
Sars,
If it were my advice column (which, admittedly, it’s not), I wouldn’t be so quick to encourage “A Grateful Reader” to a do-or-die confrontation with her husband.
First of all, there are lots of physical issues …
Hiya Sars.
I am in need of one of your patented nuggets of witty yet insightful wisdom — I hope you can help me out.
Me: 26, smart, funny, a little on the shy and reserved side …
Sars,
I really need your advice, O Level-Headed One.
The situation: at 29, I’ve just finished two years of college, and damn proud of myself I am too. I’ve been fighting with clinical depression, agoraphobia, bulimia, and …
So, that’s that. The World Series over, the Yankees dethroned at last. I sat on the couch last night at the beginning of the bottom of the ninth, chain-smoking, every muscle in my body tense, …
Hey there, Sars.
Just read your response to “Considering,” the girl whose roommate is so very annoying.Usually I agree with your Vine advice, but this time, I’ve got to take issue with your solution. I lived …
Ah, porn.Everyone’s got an opinion about it.
If you recall, I ran a letter from a woman who didn’t know whether she should tell her former semi-friend about the former semi-friend’s fiancé’s incest-porn habit, and I …
Dear Sars,
I’m hoping that you can help me.I really need an objective third party opinion on this. This situation is unbelievably convoluted, so bear with me, and feel free to edit as you see fit.
My …
September, 1985. Reagan’s in the White House, The Golden Girls rule the Nielsen ratings, and I’ve just started the eighth grade armed with a collection of Flashdance-tastic off-the-shoulder Esprit tops, a parted-down-the-middle-and-carefully-curled-on-the-sides hairdo, and enough …
Dear Sars,
I’m a sophomore and commuter student at NYU, so I thought I’d throw in my two cents on the letter from Ang in Astoria.
There are a bunch of reasons why I don’t live in …