Prudie's been chugging along, but I haven't really been up on my advice columns lately, so I know I've been missing good stuff. One lady writes in about her 12 year old daughter, born on the inauspicious date of September 11, 2001. It's one of those deals where everyone feels obliged to make some sort of comment about it every time they learn when her birthday is. Prudie says to chill and wait for people to forget, but I'm like fuck that โ€” NEVAR FORGET. Not gonna happen! Someone from the peanut gallery suggests they respond with "My family tells me that my birth created a reason for joy in the face of that tragedy." Puke. Fortunately, Prudie points out that the poor kid doesn't have to bring joy, or anything else, to anybody regardless of whatever day she was born on.

This week, she also got an update from a guy who wrote in earlier, saying that he had an affair with and impregnated a married woman over 20 years ago. He had no contact with the resulting baby, but suddenly learned that his sister's daughter was engaged to be married to his secret son. He didn't know what to do, but he did know that "I don't want my niece to live in incest because of my past mistake." Anyway, he wrote back and said that he decided to keep his big trap shut about it, because "I realized that at their age, they've surely done the deed with one another, what many would consider the gross part, and there's no putting that back in the box." Prudie agrees with him that he made the right decision, and graciously refrains from pointing out that he sounds like a Grade A turd.

The last letter came from one lady who learned that her son and daughter-in-law chose to terminate an unwanted pregnancy. She's supportive to their faces, but secretly has all kinds of angry and resentful feelings about it. She knows it's irrational to be upset about "her" potential grandchild, but that's just where she's at right now. Prudie directs her to therapy, like she does everyone, but seems pretty well called for in that case.