Maybe you could try your hardest to be a decent neighbor and you and your little bitch friends could maybe shut the fuck up so that the rest of the neighborhood could get some sleep. I’ve been pretty kind over the weeks, putting up with a constant chorus of “Ooooooooohhhh” coming from your windows as you guys play your new Wii or whatever bullshit is going on over there. I’ve not said one word until now.
You know, ordinarily I wouldn’t say anything at all. I would keep …

I was reading your column in the June 2008 issue of Oprah magazine. To be clear, this magazine is not mine, we have a subscription at my office and when I’ve read all the People magazines we have in the reception area, I grab Oprah out of desperation.
In this recent column, you suggested that the sister of a racist woman keep an open relationship with her sibling and try to influence her over time to learn about acceptance. In the following response to a woman whose husband has friends …

It has been some time since I’ve written you back and so I thought I’d post my response here, on the Internet, for all to see my shame at being a terrible corresponder. My friend Kristiina called me on Valentine’s Day and I promised to call her back. I’m still planning on it. I have a note somewhere to remind me. I just get behind on account of the working and the sleeping and the video games. I’m sorry about the late reply, that’s all …

While you were preparing to draw blood for that allergy test, I should have known. It should have been obvious when you started to explain your “one prick” rule whereby you give yourself one chance to do it right, or find someone else who can. If not that, I should definitely have started to second-guess when you said you had to do it standing up because it “just never works” when you do it while sitting. That should have been enough to make me reconsider, but …

If you eat those shrimp you’re gonna be in so much trouble!  I mean it!
Hands off the scrimps!
Love,
Linsey