If you’ve not been reading Sugar’s advice column at The Rumpus, let me give you some of my own advice: you need to start.
I don’t even like advice columns generally, but this is something different. I’m admittedly not well-versed on advice columns but this seems different than what one would expect in an advice column. I mean, have you ever seen an advice columnist take a question like this:
WTF, WTF, WTF?
I’m asking this question as it applies to everything every day.
Best,
WTF
And turn it into an opportunity to offer up a story of herself, how she was molested by her grandfather as a kid, and return an answer like this to a question that most advice columnists would likely just discard as petulance:
That’s what the fuck it was. The fuck was mine.
And the fuck is yours too, WTF. That question does not apply “to everything every day.” If it does, you’re wasting your life. If it does, you’re a lazy coward and you are not a lazy coward.
Ask better questions, sweet pea. The fuck is your life. Answer it.
Yours,
Sugar
Or, to a physically deformed man asking whether he should close himself off from ever the possibility of love, she offers this:
Or, to a writer demolishing herself because she’s not the writer she wants to be:
She’s up to #51 now, and taking a couple weeks off. So, what better time to get caught up?
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