I read your advice to "Last Straw in Palo Alto," and I
have to say I couldn't disagree more. I was married to
a man like Last Straw's husband and let me tell you, if
they haven't shaped up by the fourth or fifth time you catch
them cheating, they're never going to shape up. I say she
should be talking to a good divorce lawyer, the sooner the better.
Been There, Married That
Dear Been There,
Boy, I screwed up this time. Hundreds of readers wrote to tell me
that Last Straw's husband didn't deserve yet another chance and that
she would be better off without him. So if you're reading, Last Straw,
consider my advice changed: get rid of him! And good luck.
No offense, but your advice to Worried Mother was off the wall.
There's no reason a fifteen year old boy needs to be out with his
friends until two in the morning four nights a week, especially not
if his only explanation for his whereabouts is "out doing stuff."
It's true that friendship and fitting in are important to teenagers,
but it sounds to me like he needs to find a new group of friends to
fit in with.
No Son of Mine
Dear No Son of Mine,
You should have seen the mail that came in after I told Worried Mother
to stop worrying! It seemed like good advice at the time, but it sounds
like I messed up big time. So let me set the record straight: you should
know where your children are and what they're doing, and 2 AM is way too
late to be out.
I know you meant well when you told Make Mine Well Done that the
polite thing to do when faced with a barely-warm pork chop is to
smile, dig in, and compliment the hostess's cooking, but as a doctor
I can assure you that politeness is not worth a hospital stay and
the risk of death. Uncooked meat of any kind is a case of food
poisoning waiting to happen, and you can nicely ask that undercooked
pork be sent back to the grill without offending the hostess.
Doctor Alfred Teberin, Ph.D.
Dear Doctor Teberin,
I must have been coming down with something myself when I gave that advice,
because I got all sorts of mail from readers telling Make Mine Well Done
to send the meat back and assuring him that they'd much prefer that
their guests do the same if (heaven forbid) they ever accidentally served
a raw pork chop. I'm a convert! Just say no to raw meat, readers!
I'm an elderly woman whose husand has just died. We were never much for
going out, Lindy, so now that he's gone I find myself spending all my
time alone in this big empty house. I'd like to meet new people and
make friends, but I just don't know where to begin. Do you have any idea
where someone like me might start to look for a new social circle?
Honestly, I can't think of a one. I tried looking in the phone book, but
from here it looks like all the fun places cater to a younger clientele,
and you'd probably just feel like an awkward outsider. My advice is
to find things you can do around the house to keep you occupied for
the next few years until you go to meet your husband in the world after
this one. Perhaps you can find comfort in looking over cemetary pamphlets
and staring for hours at pictures of you and your husband from happier times.
I hope that helps!