i am curerntly really into early 20th century british literature, just so you all know. what good shit!

so today I had a three hour brunch with the mom, cousin and mom's friends at the seward. it reminded me of being a child again. so much of my childhood was spent in the matthew's park and seward neighboorhood. good girl talk,

but what I came on here to blog about was a new resolution I am making today. NO MORE DEAR ABBY. she sucks so much, i can't even believe it. but instead of bitching about with my mom, i am not even going to read her anymore. her advice is so lame, so utterly lame. she doesn't even bother to actually give people good or sound advice, she just tells them to go to another servie, have a heart-to-heart or just tells them what they want to hear. she doesn't analyze situations or deal with roots of problems at all, she only directly tells the writer what their next step of action should be. she clearly never asks experts for their advice. let's look at an example from a few weeks ago. A woman wrote in about the frustration she was having over her aunt's snoopiness. Abby didn't bother to think about anything that may have led to the woman's snooping, and simply suggested the woman just stop inviting her aunt over. Clearly the woman still wanted to have her aunt at functions, and therefore wrote to Abby for her advice. Abby never considered that the aunt had a psychological problem, was maybe suffering from alzheimers, and didn't encourage open dialogue between the family members. luckily abby is able to admit she is wrong sometimes and does print negative responses to her column sometimes.

btw, help me harlan is great, but it's one of those things that the pioneer press has, and not the strib, like foxtrot, zippy the pinhead and sylvia.