You know how giving advice is really easy? But taking advice and faithfully abiding by it's hard? That's why I prefer giving it. Every few weeks I scour the online advice columns and rebut the advice they give. It's good for everyone because dissenting opinion is what makes democracy great.
One of my all-time favorite advice givers is the Seattle Post-Intelligencer's Carolyn Hax. She's way more on the Oprah side of things than the goll-dern Dr. Phil side. This time around the other woman wants to know if she should wait for dude to leave his wife. The other woman basically provides no more information than that her boyf is married and she really digs him. Carolyn Hax gives the standard advice, i.e. don't wait for him and there is a good chance that he'll cheat on you if you do get together on the legit.
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Fair enough. But with so little information, how can you really be sure that this will be different? Hmm? What if this is true love? What if they're soul mates? What if he really plans on leaving wifey once this economy turns around or after Jen and John get married? With so little info, we'll assume too that this guy's not leaving his wife and will probably keep on philandering if he does get that divorce. But what if he doesn't? You may have the death of true love on your conscience, madam. For my part, I'd insist on a timetable for him to leave the wifey. No one likes ultimatums, but even fewer people like being the other woman. Of course you don't want to break up a happy marriage, but happy left the station a long time ago, sometimes you just have to salvage a miserable situation any which way you can.
I don't necessarily love his advice but I do love Cary Tennis' ability to go on and on and on. It's like watching Federer and Nadal bat some kind of ball to and fro for hours. Anywhom, this time around Salon's longwinded advice-ador has to advise a young woman whose fiancé has been pouring hot sauce in his used condoms (so-called scumbags) to kill the sperm. Before we get into it, she should probably thank Buddha that he's not pouring Texas Pete on the outside of his jammies. Agreed?