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Seventeen.

Sixteen.

Fifteen.

Edna said:

 "Peace is the temporary beautiful ignorance that war somewhere progresses." 

Twice the Whisperage in a Single Post (you're welcome)

"Ahh, peace."

Because i've been absent for a while, i'm going to answer two letters this time and vanquish various venereal vexations at once. Yes, with all the tact, sensitivity and humility you've come to expect. Behold my brilliance... 

Dear Wench Whisperer, 

     if you're so wise then why do you keep telling couples to break up instead of trying to help them fix their problems? You know, some people really can work out their differences no matter how bad things might be between them at certain times. You are doing them a disservice by encouraging them to separate. Some of us have trouble even getting a girl yet you're encouraging people to break up. That's completely stupid. Why don't you help people get together instead? I can't find a girlfriend at all, despite having a job and a car and being a caring and kind person. Solve my problem if you're so smart.

-Thinks You're Stupid

Dear Stupid,

    in your ignorance you've misinterpreted the premise of my column. i'm not a pickup artist who can instruct you how to go through life as a "caring and kind" (that's code for "boring," right?) slob and yet still score with women anyway. My counsel is on how to co-exist with women harmoniously enough that they don't try to castrate you in your sleep, though, judging from your letter, you'll probably never sleep close enough to a woman for that to be a danger.
    If you think that telling couples to break up is "completely stupid" then i beseech you read on through the next letter's uplifting tale. And hopefully it won't scar your psyche in ways that leave you useless to your left hand. Good luck.

Dear Wench Whisperer,

    I've always known my wife has a temper but it used to flare up only sporadically. For the last few years though she's had some new criticism of me every single day and it's usually something that doesn't seem important (or even real). Example: earlier today she told me that she's embarassed to be seen with me because I slouch or something when I walk. (No, I don't really understand it either) I've tried to improve myself based on her -many and constant- suggestions but she still finds new grievances, whether it's the way I dress or how i drive a car or she discovered a urine spot on the toilet, she always finds something or several things to complain about. She once told me I have bad taste in beer. Really, is that even possible? I mean, who cares, right?
    I realize it takes two to have an argument or a fight (as she keeps reminding me) so I'm sure I'm to blame here as well but she's always the one who starts it up so I don't understand what I'm doing wrong.
    I also know that some people fight and bicker with each other because they like to fight and bicker, but I don't like to. I don't want to get a divorce either, I just want to get some peace. How can I stop her constant fault-finding?

-Miserable Matt

Miserable Doormatt,

    your problem is entirely solvable. i know this because i used to slouch too (then i got sober. Well, for a couple days i did) and i even used to drink crappy beer (a habit i nipped in the budweiser) but neither of these things are a problem now.
    Please pay undivided attention here whilst i demonstrate my inhuman capacity for empathy and take your wife's side for a moment so i can explain to you just why she thinks she's justified in treating you like an uncooperative turd that refuses to be flushed and then prescribe the simple solution that will actually change her behavior and rescue your marriage from being the murder/suicide inspiring purgatory that it currently is. Yes, i am capable of doing these things because i am the Wench Whisperer and this is the very reason that God put me here on earth. (go ahead and thank Him now, i'll wait).
    Okay: The reason your wife has contempt for you -and shows it in everything she does- is because you let her. A woman becomes batcrap violently insane when her man allows her to walk all over him, as you do. She finds it insufferable when you humor her irrationalies and take her gratuitous abuse without defending yourself because if you take abuse from her then you'll take it from anybody, including from her enemies, and she doesn't feel safe or protected by a man who submits to others. She needs to know you'll stand up for her if needed, but she can't know that when you won't even stand up for yourself. Put simply, she hopes that if she antagonizes you enough she can coerce your balls into dropping.
    Remember: she wants desperately to respect you, but you keep disappointing her when you capitulate to derision like some pacifist milkshit. So you must retaliate, show her some strength she can respect you for. Reassure her that you're even capable of defending yourself so she can feel safe and protected when she's with you. Do this and i promise that even those oral sensations which are now just a vague spank-bank memory will return to your new and perfect life together.
    There, you see? You're married to a kind, sweet woman and it's completely your own fault that she behaves like a caviling, complaint-hemorrhaging harpy. But that inner sweetness would come right back to the surface if only you'd stop failing her, you monkeyass.
    Believe me? Neither do i. You knew i wasn't serious when i told you this was solvable, right? 
    Firstly, anybody who says it "takes two to have an argument" or fight or whatever, is lying. That's nonsense horse-feather hippie dogma drivel that's been disproven by science (and by every living person's experience) over and again, yet disingenuous conflict-fomenting shrews will repeat it as long as doormats like you let them. You knew it wasn't true yet you put it in your letter anyway, as though it would make you seem open minded but instead you just sounded like a weak battered husband who lets his enemies determine the rules of engagement.
    Know ye this: Every abusing, battering spouse excuses themself by insisting to their victim: "It's not just me. It's both of our faults and we both have to work on this."
   But here is the truth (scientific, heuristic and emperical): It takes Two to make PEACE (that is: two sides that both want peace) but it takes only ONE to make war (one person attacking and attacking until the other must defend themself, see: Bombing Pearl Harbor) and your wife wants war, wants conflict, wants to deny you the peace that you seek. Peace can't be negotiated unless both sides want it, and Princess Peestain isn't interested nor can you reason with her, so unless you have an atomic bomb to drop she won't stop her agressions. Whether she's cruel because she's frustrated by something, or bored, or (the most likely cause) just enjoys inflicting pain on others doesn't matter. What matters is that she is cruel and insufferable and she won't change because cruel people never do. If you think there is any action you can undertake that will bring out some repressed inner kindness in her, you're wrong. Changing this shrew is going to take longer than foreplay with a feminist and humans just don't live that many years so Don't Even Try.
    Though i am in favor of saving marriages whenever possible, your wife is the reason God invented divorce. Life is fleeting, life is precious hence, in your case, it is my humanitarian duty to go Full Homewrecker on you lest the remainder of your precious life be wasted in utter misery. Divorce Is The Answer, my friend. Get out. Run. Now.
    Lastly; don't fret over your wife's future prospects, i'm sure the writer of the previous letter will be glad to accept her just as she is because he knows that "people really can work out their differences." So let him try. i don't doubt they'll murder one another within a week of cohabitingbe content and live harmoniously together ever after. There, i've solved both your problems. i'm great. You're welcome. 

-You've been whispered.

Fourteen.

Rum Rationality

"I want a man who disapproves of me but insists
on keeping me around anyway."

Dear Wench Whisperer,

    my problem is that my girlfriend has tattoos, lots of them, and I don't like them. I don't find tattoos attractive on women and hers aren't even that good or artistic. Sometimes I'm embarrassed when we go out and she wears something sleeveless because I know that people are staring at her tattoos. She's perfect in every other way but I just can't get past this one thing. How should I bring up to her that it's time she thought about getting them removed?

-Please, No Ink

Dear No Think,

    rather than get her tattoos removed, it may be time for her to to get you removed.

........ i was going to end my response at that -because i'm tired and have only an hour to write this- but since i'm obligated to fill at least one page i'll swallow a laxative and explain to you why you're an idiot wrong.    
    You claim you "can't get past this one thing" but, believe me, if your girl's tattoos were to disappear tomorrow you would soon find another irrelevant thing to be bothered and malcontented by and write monkey-ass letters to advice columnists over, like her drinking habit or the severed heads in her car trunk. Tattoos are just a random thing you've chosen to dwell on. The real reason you're obsessing on this perceived imperfection is that you don't genuinely like this girl. If she really was "perfect in every other way" as you describe, then her tattoos would be beneath your concern.
    i'll share a personal experience to facilitate your comprehension (because i'm a people-pirate, can't you tell?): California is the bad-tattoo capitol of the world. This is partly because so many tattoo parlours are located next to bars or liquor stores and partly because the average IQ here is somewhere between a box of rocks and Cher. But, sadly, i live in California so i have numerous female friends who've made (under conditions of "rum rationality," i'm sure) unwise tattoo choices. One lovely wench had exceptionally regrettable ink stains -cartoonish images of animals, pithy phrases in foreign lettering, you get the idea- all over her hips and thighs. Pulling her legs apart was like opening the Sunday funny papers, there was always something i hadn't noticed before. i remember once reading her rear kneecap thinking it was my horoscope (it turned out to be a recipe for Cubra Libras). And yet, over a short time, those images of scrub-headed martians and misquoted Buddhist bromides paled to irrelevance because i liked her. Indeed, i even found myself looking forward to purusing the comic strips of her skin because she made me happy and that was what mattered. 
    This girl does not make you happy, and it follows that you probably don't make her happy either, what with your disapproval of her appearance and your anxiety over what every passing stranger might think of her. If her tattoos are as bad as you describe it only means that she is, or once was, inprudent enough to make serious, life-altering mistakes. Please consider that you yourself were one of those mistakes. But chin up, lad, you can fix this one by getting out of her life and letting her find somebody who does approve of her. So do it. Now.
    And please don't go immediately dropping anchor on some new girl whom you'll inevitably criticize over trifles and make miserable. Stay single until you find someone you really like because i don't want to be annoyed by another letter from you.

You've been whispered.

Next...

Dear Wench Whisperer,

    a couple weeks ago I was drunk and I cheated on my girlfriend. She usually forgives me when I do this but this time she hasn't. I don't know what her problem is. All I want is for her not to be pissed at me anymore but I'm out of ideas. Will you please help me out here? 

-Cheated and Sorry

Dear Cheated,

   

    No.

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Sgt. Pecker's Never Touched Club Crybaby Whingefest Complainathon

Dear Wench Whisperer,

    my problem is I can't find a girlfriend. Women don't appreciate me. They use me and exploit me. They manipulate me and then give me nothing in return for my troubles. No matter how many favors I do them or how much money I spend on them I don't get anything for it. The last time I took a woman out I paid for everything the whole evening but then when I suggested we go back to my place she said she was tired and just wanted to go home and sleep. No sex, no romance, after all the money and trouble I'd gone thru.
    This has happened before, hell it happens every time, with all women. I make a good living and I drive a nice car but that's not enough for them. What do they want anyway? Why are all women so superficial? Even the ugly ones are superficial. Why can't they appreciate what I do for them? Don't I deserve at least something for the efforts I make?

-Lonely and It's Not My Fault

Loser,

    please, somebody just dig me a grave so i can roll over in it.  The bilge has been seriously scraped for subject matter this time. Your problem is contemptablecommon and not even close to interesting, but your letter is such a caviling, carping complainathon i feel like i just read a chapter of the Mangina Monologues and, for that reason alone, i simply Must. Have. Revenge. 
    Do you honestly believe that the only reason you can't find a girlfriend is because the cold and usurious females of the world are incapable of fathoming your awesomeness and hence don't realize what they're missing? Keep believing that, monkeyassdear reader, and if your head gets any bigger it's going to break your sphincter.
    i can't advise you on how to find a girlfriend because, for one thing, i'm not the Guru of How-To-Succeed-With-Women-Despite-Being-A-Clumsy-Thirty-Year-Old-Hard-on-Attached-To-A-Clueless-Ten-Year-Old-Mind and, for another thing, i think most women are better off not being your girlfriend. But since Mutiny gets pissed if i don't send them a column i'm here to help, i will identify your problem for you and thus, possibly, enable happiness and fulfillment to manifest within your contemptable, uselesstroubled life. You're welcome.
    Your problem is that you don't like women. You are angry at them after years of rejection and thousands of solitary nights spent swabbing your own bowsprit whilst plowing thru a fishless sea. You despise women yet in a paroxysm of irrationality feel that you deserve to have one. You can't find a girl at all yet insist that "Even the ugly ones are superficial." That line alone could win you the Nobel Idiot Prize.
    Your anger is palpable to women. They sense that hostility and just want to get away from it. i don't blame them. While some people radiate charisma, you just radiate 'needy,' 'desperate' and 'stalker.'     
    The good news is there are plenty of women who'll overlook your resentful demeanor and who'll gladly put out after you spend money on them. They're called prostitutes. There are also women who'll listen to your cry-baby bitchfests about how you've been done wrong by an uncaring world, they're called psychiatrists (but they're much more expensive). Still, you probably need one of those more than anything else right now.
    Lastly; since i won'tcan't help you find a prostitutegirlfriend -or even give you the least splinter of hope that you ever will- i'm going to open the Olde Pirate's Dictionary and introduce you to a very useful nautical term.
    Frigging: A kindly, though solitary, easement of nature, commonly practiced by seafaring men, particularly on lengthy and arduous voyages when feminine compire is lacking. Their worn and callused hands indeed providing but the barest relief from that incessantly recurrent swelling which doth afflict and torment them.
    Get familiar with it because, judging by your letter, you may have a lifetime membership in Sgt. Pecker's Never Touched Club.

- You've been whispered.

Thirteen.