Pronounce the title of this post in a loud, derisive tone, preferably with a Brooklyn accent and while grabbing your crotch.
Now you’ve got the spirit.
The spirit of Dear Abby Is Full Of Crap.
Every day, the fine wordsmiths and Advice-Mavens of Dear Abby Is Full Of Crap take real letters to Dear Abby, steam them open, snarf up the best questions, and cleverly reseal the envelopes so that the “real” Dear Abby is none the wiser. [I use quotation marks because the “real real” Dear Abby, Pauline Phillips, is dead, and her daughter Jeanne writes her useless, flabby advice column today.]
Once our fine Editorial Team has Dear Abby’s letters in hand, we proceed - completely at random - to write our own advice. The kind of advice you can really use. The kind of advice the papers won’t print. Or, as Lair Simon puts it, honest from-the-heart answers instead of Abby’s lame play-it-safe advice.
And it’s just a mouse click away!
Update: DAIFOC was taken down in June, 2005 after Lair Simon got a nice thick envelope from Dear Abby’s crack legal team. All traces of its existence were wiped clean...except you can still find it at the Wayback Machine Internet Archive. For now.
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