Dear DPers,
Yesterday was September 11. I'll leave it at that. And move on to lighter fare, this week's Isolutions.
Dear Prudie,
Now that my husband's dead, I get a kick out of watching myself give him a blow job over and over. How can I hide this from the kids?
signed,
Merry Widow
Dear Self-Porn Star,
I'm betting they've seen the tape already. Especially if it already has the word "PRIVATE!!!" on the box in big letters. But in case they haven't, don't worry, none of them owns a VCR anymore, anyway.
Signed,
Iso got something like that myself, but we keep it in an envelope marked "recipes"
Dear Prudie,
My brother stole my girl. Ew!
signed,
And mom likes him better, too
Dear Dumped for the Baby,
There are just some folks in this world who'd rather steal apples from the backyard than have you bake them a pie. These folks are called siblings. There is not a younger brother on the planet who would not give his eye teeth to steal his big brother's best gal (and his Playstation, and his toy truck, and his mom's attention-- trust me, I've lived this through three generations and taught classes on how to ameliorate it).
You're not wrong to want them to cool it, heck, it'd be unnatural not to want that; but it's none of your business and you'd be wrong to say anything about it. And that's the last thing you should ask for anyway. Give them your blessing, and act like it's the greatest thing in the world, in fact, throw in how you can't wait for nieces and nephews -- that ought to make their fabulously dangerous and exciting super spy meets super spy star crossed love affair look like two chicken-shits pouring glitter on black cardboard. It would be really wrong to tease your brother about her bedroom habits, or in any way indicate that being away from her is the best thing that ever happened to you, how much you love being a free man, the cute girls you've been seeing, or the adorable way he's starting to act just like her.
signed,
Iso would caution against affectionately calling her your "hand-me-down" too
Dear Prudie,
I let my kid play at a racist's house, even though this racist whiner trashes my kid's other friends for being the wrong race.
signed,
I'm a fool
Dear Yes, you are,
Worse, if you're not a racist yourself, then you're guilty of child neglect. You're putting a seven year old in a confusing, and potentially extremely upsetting situation every time you send her to this woman's home. I'm not advocating you isolate the racist's child, by any means, have her to your house; just don't send your child alone to this woman.
By sending her there, you're forcing your daughter to by herself choose between defending her African friend (and indeed, her whole understanding of people), and caving in to this adult who has no sense of shame about her racism. She's seven. Grow up and be the mother. Protect her from this woman and her terrible attitude toward life and people, or risk hearing your own daughter tell you one day, why she doesn't like black people either.
signed,
Iso can't believe you thought this was even a little okay
Dear Prudie,
I dont' have any memory of my real grandmother, because I wasn't even born before she died, but I don't want to call the woman who's been a real grandmother to me all my life my grandmother because that would make me forget the memory of my real grandmother.
signed,
Confused
Dear You Confused Me Too,
What do you call your dad's mom, "Hey you?"
Your parents and uncle clearly think Hot Trophy Grandma stole Daddy, killed Mommy and has been actively plotting your gruesome collective demises since before you were conceived. Which is why you don't know she exists and that her name is Beatrice. She's your grandmother, and unless she's done something to you, she's earned the right to be called Grandma, if you can manage to stand up to the Church of Latter-Day Burners Of Foul Witches Named Beatrice.
signed,
Iso have to go with Prudie on this one