My dear, Sure, I love the cool women. The one that are too cool for school, too cool to do anything but pout their lips, and too cool to speak their minds openly, without restrictions. But there’s just something about a strong, outspoken woman. A woman who knows her opinions don’t want to be heard yet still speaks them. A woman who doesn’t lower her voice decibels for anyone, let alone men. A woman who knows when to be...

My dear, The system isn’t broken. It was built this way. Look at yourself? Are you a white male born from an upper class family? No? Well, don’t expect the system to ever work for you then. The system wasn’t built for you. It was built against you. Do you really think the people who own the banks are getting screwed by the banks? Do you really think the people who make the laws (and those who pay those who make the laws),...

My dear, Don’t make decisions when you’re angry or horny. Many women have regretted making decisions while angry. And many men while horny. And vice versa. And take special care to never, ever, ever make decisions while you’re angry and horny. Falsely yours, A....

My dear, I won’t take a bullet for anyone because if I have time to jump in front of a bullet, you have time to move. If I can save you now, it means that you could have saved yourself for quiet a while. I will not be your instigator. I will not save you, for then you’ll stop saving yourself, and you’ll always expect someone to be there to save you – and that’s a horrible thing to do to you. No, I won’t...

My dear, That $42.50 NSF fee, that’s your bank charging you money, for not having money. Your bank being open only when you’re at work, that’s your bank, not caring about you but about making more money, using your money. That 3% interest rate on your savings, that’s to distract you from the fact that they’re charging you a 19.99% interest rate on your credit card… and don’t get me started on...

My dear, Tears are words the heart can’t express. Tears don’t start or end anywhere near your eyes. Tears begin when your mouth closes because you’re left speechless from the shock, then they move down and overtake your heart in a fist-tight clench, and the lucky few know that they end when the heart has been comforted in such a way that like the tears did earlier, you’re left speechless again. The last thing tears...

My dear, Welcome to America, land of the free. I’m free, you’re free, we’re all free. So, repeat after me, I AM FREE. Welcome to America, land of the free. Go to work. Send your kids to school. Follow fashion. Act normal. Walk on the pavement. Watch TV. Save for your old age. Obey the law. Repeat after me: I AM FREE. … If that’s what freedom looks like, I don’t want any part of it. Falsely yours, A....

My dear, If everyone likes you, then either no one knows anything about you, or you’re dead. Seriously, do you even like yourself all the time? No. So why expect everyone else to? Well all have things we’ve done that people would frown upon and all that, and yes, people will judge you because of your past, but that doesn’t mean that everyone hates you now. No, it means that you’ve lived, for only the people...

My dear, Weeks of working can save you hours of planning. Who the hell needs to sit down and make sure everything flows together when you can just start right now, mess up left and right, get frustrated over and over, get lost and re-find yourself over and over, lose sleep and your social life, and take whole weeks to do meer minutes of work?! Falsely yours, A....

My dear, Aren’t you too young to feel so tired? You wake up to the roar of the alarm clock before the sun without knowing the meaning of rest. You have too much to do. You drink coffee like a mad woman to keep the sweetness of slumbers away. Can’t worry bout that now though, you have too much to do. You pinch the skin under your eyes and it feels like leathery baggage has been stored there, and in a maelstrom of confusion,...