When Slate advice column Dear Prudence explored gay male twin fucking, I assumed it was an aberration in a column otherwise devoted to wedding etiquette and mother-in-law woes. But what if Dear Prudence is actually on the cutting edge of human sexuality? What if Dear Prudence is the Penthouse Letters of tongue-clucking suburbanites?
Take, for instance, this week's Dear Prudence live chat, which rocketed to the top of Slate's "Most Read" list. After quizzing Prudence columnist Emily Yoffe on the merits of teen boys dating 48-year-old women ("inappropriate") chat participants discussed the etiquette of exhibitionism and bestiality:
It really bugs me when she takes her top off for everyone in traffic to see before she can get a bra and blouse on.
I recently lost my house after losing my job and being unable to keep up with the payments. A distant relative graciously let my teenage daughter and myself move in with them and work on their family farm. […] Now for the problem; I saw their teenage son and his friend engaging in sex acts with the livestock. I'm mortified! I don't know what to do.
I am concerned the teenage daughter might be the next object of the teenage boys' sexual curiosities.
Mortified! Just mortified. And wondering if this live chat has a webcam?