Tag: ruthless advice

Dear Lousy Dog Mom: If passersby bark back at your barking dog, offer them a doggie treat.

Which is worse: Me and Tom visited the English teacher, or The teacher quizzed Tom and I on gerunds?

Wondering what to do when you don't get a thank you note for the wedding present you sent? Ruthless has the answer.

The entire world has become one giant phone booth. Next time, take off your socks and start filing your bunions.

If someone's bag is on a bus seat you want, "loudly ask them if their bag paid its own fare."

Learn the best advice ever received by the Rag's Ruthless Advice columnists.

The dress code was Business Casual. What does that even mean? Plus, dealing with a Valentine-Day's-challenged partner.

It's okay to hire a private detective to find out who wrote "Your mommy is mean" on your son's birthday card.

Cindy and Karen offer advice for UWSers who have leftover Absolute bagels in their freezers.

You live on the UWS! You’ve got it pretty good! Don’t get hung up on your problems. That’s OUR job!

What to do when friends don't return your food storage containers? "People suck. Share via Ziploc." 

Whatever happens, we’ll still be here for you, answering your most pointed and pointless questions.

Send us your questions. Just because we’re at the brink, country-wise, doesn’t mean your petty concerns don’t interest us!

Otis loves Trader Joe's potato chips with ridges. Should he be allowed to go in and shop for them himself?

We are here for you and will continue to be so, even if we have emigrated to Mustique by mid-November.

A bi-weekly column (once every two weeks, not twice a week, we have lives) dedicated to offering honest, no-holds-barred advice.