No, really. I’m going to be writing an advice column here at A Socialite’s Life. Why? Well, because some wackjob mentioned it on a survey. No, I mean because we value our readers and life is hard and sometimes you just need someone to listen. And give you advice. Ok, it’s probably not going to be GREAT advice. But maybe it will make you laugh or brighten your day. Because I am completely unqualified. I am not a therapist, or a counselor, priest nor information booth. I really have no piece of paper that says I am allowed to give advice. I’m just going to do it. So send your tales of woe, relationship problems, familial issues, trivia questions, riddles, pictures of your dog, sexual propositions, what have you to email@example.com. And I will attempt to answer every single one of them. Because I don’t have anything better to do. Shocking, eh?
p.s. As I mentioned to my publisher, this could end up like that episode of “WKRP in Cincinnati” when they let Jennifer the receptionist have an advice show on the air and she got some lady beaten up by her husband and was all traumatized. That’s ALL I need.
Send me your questions: firstname.lastname@example.org.