My problem with advice is that I listen to too much of it. And if you spend enough time online you get hit with a lot of advice. Yesterday, for example, Karl Lagerfeld, who writes an advice column for Harper’s Bazaar, suggested that I never wear stilettos while drinking. Thanks, Karl. Noted.
And today, there was some marriage advice from the U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops, who gave me a list of “ten cheap dates” that would see my marriage through tough economic times. My favorite: “Pick up the latest hot dance CD” and “plan your own party for later.” That’s probably excellent advice, but it does raise the question: Would a Catholic bishop really be the first person you would turn to for dating advice?
There are some good online sources for advice, like Kristen Hoggatt’s “Ask a Poet” column in the very fine journal The Smart Set. Sample question: “I’m pissed that I can’t play my Wii all day to make a living. I’m really good at it. Don’t you think my skills are valuable in the job market?”
I would love to offer some advice of my own on that question, but right now I have to run out and pick up the latest hot dance CD.