Okay, okay, I get it. So I'm back at work, sitting in a cozy bar, sifting through a gigabyte or two of email, sipping fine tequila. Now before anyone lectures me about advising under the influence, please note that writing an advice column is a lot like bowling: Not only can you do it drunk, you're probably better at it drunk. My good friend Miss Manners won't even look at her keyboard until she's ripped to the tits. And Abigail Van Buren II? Her assistant has to leave a trail of shot glasses full of Grand Marnier from her bed to her desk in order to get that crazy bitch to bang out a column.
Anyway, to the mail!
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Dan Savage, We Salute You
In case you doubted the mettle of America's greatest sex advice columnist: