Dear Sugar
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Dear Sugar—the once-anonymous online columnist at The Rumpus, revealed in 2012 as Cheryl Strayed, author of the bestselling memoir Wild—is the person thousands turned to for advice about writing, relationships, and so much more. This column ran on The Rumpus from 2009-2012 and many of the pieces were collected for the book Tiny Beautiful Things. Read our full archives here.
THE RUMPUS ADVICE COLUMN: Insulting Questions Get Surly Responses
Sugar is hereby on vacation unless and until I hear from people whose problems reside in their hearts not their egos.
DEAR SUGAR: “And all this Hot Catholic Energy, too. Man, Catholics are such sexy freaks.”
Just remember what you were when Sugar found you.
THE RUMPUS ADVICE COLUMN: “Under what circumstances is it appropriate for a woman to pick a fight with a guy?”
My unofficial answer would be aim well.
The Rumpus Advice Column: “Do you think it’s possible that maybe all of my friend’s vaginas are confused by multiple partners?”
Your letter is full of self-congratulation masquerading as earnest inquiry.
“This is just how evolution designed our penised pals: they want the sweet ride, not the title.”
Boil it down and you wind up with the same stew: to thine own self be true.
DEAR SUGAR: “If you’re so hot, anon, why not sign your name and include a pic of your amazing wonderpuss?”
You “feel” you should be out meeting people. You know what I say? Fuck that.
“I also have a sex partner who is starting to seem a lot like said hangnail.”
Stop fighting the anxiety. This is where we are as a people, and where most of the rest of the people on the planet have been for some time.
An Emergency Broadcast from Sugar: An Abortion Near Sarah Palin’s Front Lawn
Do what you can, forgive yourself the rest.
“I am lonely. Truly, bone-chillingly, ceaselessly lonely.”
Dear Sugar, I am lonely. Truly, bone-chillingly, ceaselessly lonely. I just moved to a new city, and I’m worried no one would take time to identify the body if I…