Miss Monroe
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| Introduction | Want some real, true, honest advice without the sympathetic, rheumy-eyed, politically correct BS? Then pull up a chair, darling, because Dear Miss Monroe was designed with you in mind. We are so sick of the hand-holding, the whining, the "poor me" syndrome, and the blame game. At www.dearmissmonroe.com, we think people should take responsibility for their own stupidity. I mean, if you can't get along with anyone around you, or think everyone is jealous of you, or think people "just don't get you," perhaps it is because you are a Grade-A dillhole! If you are looking for Dear Abby, please leave immediately. Want a tissue, a cup of tea, and a sympathetic ear? Go call your mother, if you are even on speaking terms. Not on speaking terms with your own mother? Go die somewhere. Been in therapy for your entire adult life? You suck. Quit thinking so much about your "journey," your "emotional thermometer," and your "thankful journal." Gross. Trying to "find yourself"? Excuse me while I throw up in my hand. Still want advice? Don't say we didn't warn you. |
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