In my life, I’ve received enough bad advice to print out and gift wrap Mount Everest. Everyone is quick to offer it, regardless of whether you asked or not … and with so much coming in, it’s hard to separate genuine wisdom from verbal toilet paper. The problem is that you won’t ever know the answer to that until your problem is over, when you can say, “OK, Chad was right. Punching a bull in the nuts isn’t a good idea.” Or, “Greg is full of shit. Punching them more only made him angrier.”
I’ve, admittedly, never been an authority on advice, but what I can do is warn you who to be wary of. Read more…
Sorry to be the wet blanket, everyone. But Valentine’s Day cards that joke about stalkers? Not really funny. There’s a bunch of stalker cards like this one for sale on Zazzle.com, including a particularly disturbing one that says “Be Mine” spelled out in blood above a heart made out of a razor blade. I have a pretty irreverent sense of humor, but I don’t see any humor in joking about violence. Stalking is creepy and scary to people who actually live through it. There’s better ways to be funny if you want to fly your freak flag this Valentine’s Day. [Zazzle.com]
It’s often thought that Valentine’s Day is the worst holiday for single people. But not if you have a crappy boyfriend! Then Valentine’s Day can suck major balls. Like, take the time I was dating Jason*. We’d been together for several months, and prepared for our first V-Day together. I am not a particularly materialistic kind of lady and often paid the bill on our dates, but I like a little romance. Even though I am hyper feminist, I do feel like Valentine’s Day is the one time of year when you are supposed to shower a little extra love on your lady. Though Jason was typically rather analytical (bordering on anal) and tight-fisted, I figured the holiday would be my one night of being wined and dined. We went to a nice Greek restaurant, and he ordered the most expensive dish on the menu — a fish dish coming in at more than $20. I ordered a less expensive pasta dish. But when the bill came, my anal retentive boyfriend split the bill — down to the tax. I was majorly annoyed. He didn’t want to treat me, but he was willing to spend big bucks on himself, and that’s when I knew I’d never really be a priority with this dude.
So that’s my worst Valentine’s Day. Share yours in the comments!
*names have been changed to protect the utterly craptastic
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