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The Tomato Nation advice column addresses your questions on etiquette, grammar, romance, and pet misbehavior. Ask The Readers about books or fashion today!
Hi,
Okay, here’s the deal. I’m 20, never had a serious relationship. But have always been “boy-crazy” (a.k.a. see a guy I like, develop crush on said guy, engage in stalkerish/obsessive tendencies).
In April, I started a …
Dear Sarah,
I really admire your writing and generally agree with your advice, but I think you were, well off the mark, with the advice to the Not-So-Newlywed Bride. You did say — accurately in my …
I’ve been with my girlfriend for more than two years. I’m happy, but lately I have been acting retarded. She is super cute and charming and she took this class, and met this guy. He …
Dear Emily…uh, I mean Sarah,
I’m in dire need of some wedding-gift etiquette.
My husband and I got hitched in the summer of 1999, and our best man gave us the gift of a voucher for several …
Dear Sarah,
I love your site, and your advice seems on target to me, so maybe you could help me out.
Here’s the situation: I’m in college, and I’m sharing a house with four other people. I’m …
An entire cottage industry of humor — or, more accurately, “humor” — has sprung up around the following apocryphal sequence of events: woman emerges from dressing room, bathroom, or other outfitting alcove; woman strikes pose …
Oh, Jack. Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack. How could you do this to me? For weeks — weeks — leading up to the Oscars, I despaired. I agonized. I lay, sleepless, staring at the ceiling, …
Dear IRS,
I just have a couple of questions here, because it’s a lot of money, and I’d just like to clear up a few things before I lop off my right breast and sell it …
Last Friday night, midway through the fifth hour of a six-hour drinkfest with Jonesey, I did something stupid. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I ordered a Budweiser. And another. Aaaaand another. I don’t know why I …
Hey Sars.
My boyfriend and I broke up after over a year last November. I did the breaking, because I thought I could have with anyone what I had with him. It didn’t work out with …