Tough Talk,
I love my wife. She is a peach and a hoot. She looks great and has the world by the tail. Little bit of a problem, she has really bad halitosis. In other words TT, bad breath. She can really stink. I also think it’s preventing her from rising higher at work. I love her dearly so don’t want to cause her any grief. What should I do TT? (Grooms Peak, Mississippi)
Grooms Peak,
First off, I know what halitosis means so don’t insult my intelligence. But there is nothing more refreshing than a person who is really happy with his marriage even though the other spouse has a body odor problem. Of course, you have no choice but than to raise the issue. I’m sure other people would agree with you. Have you thought about an intervention where you and several people get together and pin her down to really talk about the issue? You may also wish to record the intervention for posterity.
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Tough Talk 
T.T. I am normally a rather shy individual and do not make waves or give my opinion to strangers unless I am sitting on a bus, but, I had to write…
Your advice to this man re: his wife’s breath was cruel, uncharitable, reckless and absolutely spot on…You are on your way to becoming a national treasure…If her breath smells like a badger’s arse she ought to have been told long ago, in spite of whatever ailment may have caused it.
In general, I find that your advice is potentially harmful, sadistic, condescending and downright American.
Your advice column makes me feel young again….reminding me of the days of my youth…when my father told me I was ugly, useless…that I would never amount to anything and that I was a waste of space…He was a true sharpshooter, like you.
Like you, he gave all of his life-altering advice in under five minutes, because he normally couldn’t stand being in the same room as me… so he got all of that stuff out of the way at the breakfast table before he would run out of the house to go to work every morning. Upon returning home, if his eyes happened to accidentally pass over me because I was selfishly standing in his sight-line, he would roll them in disgust and reach for the gallon jug of Gallo Brothers wine which mother always had at the ready for him on the kitchen table. Ah, T.T. thank you for shocking me back to the memories of those salad days!
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