Some days, while easing into the morning and pretending the world makes sense, I stumble across online advice so astonishing it makes sarcoidosis feel like the most logical part of my life. And recently, “Dear Prudence” delivered guidance so unhinged—I had to sit there blinking like a confused owl, wondering who exactly we’ve trusted with our emotional emergencies.
Dear Prudence, Who Hurt You? When Online Advice Goes Off the Rails and Lands in a Pot of Mush
Tate Basildon 