Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Dear Chesty...

Dear Bitter Amanda,
This is not a common problem, and most women would not be complaining, but my breasts recently got noticeably bigger! I was put on the Pill, not because of sexual activity (unfortunately), and ever since, my boobs just inflated!! However, I'm not really sure what to do with them? It's actually quite awkward. Help?!
Fondly,
Busty



Dear Chesty,
When I first read your letter, I was going to tell you to stop bragging. But it felt wrong. Because what you're going through is a pain in the ass. I dealt with that a couple years ago, when my friends told me that there was "no way possible" I was the size I claimed. (Thanks for that.) Replacing bras is expensive! That's the most obnoxious problem. You can't exactly trade them all in--though how amazing would that program be? I haven't quite hammered all the details out just yet--but one day, kids. One day.
Until I come up with that Bra Exchange Extravaganza, all I can tell you is use what you've got. Show the girls off (tastefully, Britney...) and try and score some free drinks or something! I hear breasts can be powerful in that way. Men are pigs. Take advantage of that!
Solitarily yours,
Bitter Amanda

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Dear Wolfgang...

Dear Bitter Amanda,

Ok, serious question, Miss Bitters:

Why is it that when a girl re-acquires a single status, everyone and her mother thinks she wants to be set up on a blind date?

Personally, I'm enjoying the me-by-myself time (finally!) and I don't really want to spoil it by getting un-single again. And yes, all the people who offer up their single friends to me happen to be coupled for life already. And yes, the goal of their evil blind date plot is to make me coupled for life as well.

What gives?

-Lone Wolf, Going It Alone (And Liking It!)



Dear Wolfgang,
Well done you, for recognizing the coupling plot! That's really the issue here; that couples don't like to see friends who are single and having more fun. It's a jealousy issue. I mean, you have got it really good right now. You can talk to anyone you want without someone getting jealous and territorial. You never have to worry that your date is going to wear something hideous and you'll have to dress him (ok, or her, but let's be honest) like he's a toddler! Major holidays? You don't have to divvy those up between two families. Your life is pretty great.
They're probably thinking more about themselves here. If they find you a mate, maybe you'll stop having cocktail parties to which no one is allowed to bring a date. Maybe they can bring the boyfriend/girlfriend to social outings without you being rude! Perhaps they can finally invite you to their secret couple dinner parties without you making gagging noises all evening because you're the odd numbered guest.

...I'm not saying I've had any personal experience with that. I'm just saying that might be what they're thinking. That's all. Ignore them, though. You just keep enjoying your single life, princess.
Solitarily yours,
Bitter Amanda

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Dear Highlights...

Dear Bitter Amanda,
Recently my choice of reading materials have been reduced to trashy romance novels and my favorite activity is highlighting pages with sex in them. Is this wrong? Should I be ashamed or can I continue to enjoy phrases such as “turgid nipple” and “letting the quick release pour through her like liquid fire” without fear of moral damnation? Is it wrong to live my life through gorgeous computer hackers and slick F.B.I. agents and stunning lounge singers and private investigators? Please help me!
Faithfully yours,
Hopelessly literate


Dear Highlights,
Moral damnation? Do I strike you as the kind of lady who worries about moral damnation? No. I guess I should make one thing clear for everyone: Bitter Amanda is not anti-sex. If you like to get your fill of all things sexual through books, then go to it. I'm also pro-reading, so I guess this is something I should endorse. At least the men in those books aren't complete let-downs, unlike the men in real life. Who are generally known to be assface losers.
As a sidenote, though, I should point out that boasting about your books might be a bad idea. Just because...you know...it's kind of pathetic.
Solitarily yours,
Bitter Amanda

Dear Paranoid...

Dear Bitter Amanda,
I have a brand new coworker who sits in the cubicle across from mine. Lets call him "ThePimp". Mid twenties, tall, outgoing, the ladies find him attractive. Very, very attractive. Maybe its the fact we're an engineering firm, and most of the men around are nerdy, anti-social, old and balding. But every five minutes another administrative assistant is coming by to say hi, see if there's anything he needs, offer to show him around, flirt to the point I want to gag, etc. Its almost like one of those Axe commercials, where the guy puts on deodorant and suddenly women are all over him. The only reason my engineer coworkers aren't drooling over him is because they're mostly men. Or lesbians. The point is, if I hear another girl giggle flirtatiously I will kill someone. How do I get the ladies to stop dropping by "ThePimp's" office? Is there a spray that will turn the ladies away? For an Anti-Axe effect? Or do I need to set his cubicle on fire so he can find somewhere else to sit? What is a bitter engineer supposed to do?!
~Anti Social at Work


Dear Paranoid,

Overreacting, much? These young women are just trying to be helpful, I'm sure. I'm sure it has nothing to do with him being attractive and social, standing out in a building full of engineers. (Sorry, engineers, but I know lots of you. I speak from experience.) They did the same for you when you were new, didn't they?

No?

Oh. Whores. Here are your two options. It really depends on which side you're on; that of the pathetic women just trying to get a date, or that of your fellow engineer who can't help it if he's so beautiful that women just fall all over him. (Gag.) If it's the first, you could spread rumors about him. See my previous column here for some ideas. Then the ladies in the office won't be in such a rush to chat with him. OR, if you're on the other side of the fence, with him, then you're going to have to invoke some mean girl tactics. Start hanging out with him. Find out how he feels about the attention. If he's like, "I am so awesome and the ladies just love me and it's so cool grunting noise grahhh," then stop hanging out immediately and go back to the first option. However, if he's feeling trapped by perfume and giggles, you can bond. This will be the equivalent of you peeing in his cubicle--even in a non-romantic way, mark him as your territory.
I'm not sure why I keep referencing animal behavior. But thanks for noticing.
Solitarily yours,
Bitter Amanda