<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235678792561112864</id><updated>2024-10-25T02:38:40.018-04:00</updated><category term="Contact"/><title type='text'>Advice Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>Advice shortage imminent! Get yours while supplies last!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Advice Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354054789385045751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235678792561112864.post-7823916008688133065</id><published>2009-02-16T15:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:47:46.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than a Hermit</title><summary type="text">Dear Advice Girl,I&#39;ve been dating a new guy for a few weeks, and he is swoon-worthy. He&#39;s just my type: a returned Peace Corps volunteer of the dirty hippie variety. He also likes to do fun things, like go to concerts, go to folk festivals, host parties and watch Shakespeare plays (I swear, I did not make that last one up).So what more could I want, you ask? Well, he is SUCH a social butterfly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/feeds/7823916008688133065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2009/02/better-than-hermit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/7823916008688133065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/7823916008688133065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2009/02/better-than-hermit.html' title='Better than a Hermit'/><author><name>Advice Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354054789385045751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235678792561112864.post-7953505813283404307</id><published>2009-01-31T16:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:52:30.054-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Contact"/><title type='text'>Contact Advice Girl</title><summary type="text">Advice Fans, get your problems ready! You can now use this handy and secure form to submit questions right to Advice Girl AND you will no longer have to wait for her to check one of several auxillary email accounts to get back to you. (This message has been brought to you by: Technology.)if (WIDGETBOX) WIDGETBOX.renderWidget(&#39;8e424d3a-1aea-4f3f-9de8-7d40fb178c09&#39;);Get the Contactify Widget (beta)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/feeds/7953505813283404307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2009/01/contact-advice-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/7953505813283404307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/7953505813283404307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2009/01/contact-advice-girl.html' title='Contact Advice Girl'/><author><name>Advice Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354054789385045751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235678792561112864.post-38856431863650384</id><published>2009-01-29T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:31:36.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Advise for Krispy Kreme</title><summary type="text">Help!  I love Advice Girl&#39;s advice, but with my busy life and with so much stuff on the internet, I often forget to check Advice Girl and miss her best advice when it&#39;s still red hot.  Is there a way I can be notified as soon as Advice Girl dishes out some of her insight?  Can Advice Girl give me a call when she answers a new question?  Or come to my door?  With doughnuts?Dear Adviceless,All </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/feeds/38856431863650384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/04/will-advise-for-krispy-kreme.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/38856431863650384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/38856431863650384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/04/will-advise-for-krispy-kreme.html' title='Will Advise for Krispy Kreme'/><author><name>Advice Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354054789385045751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235678792561112864.post-8435736951666873164</id><published>2009-01-29T17:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:11:18.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice Girl Returns</title><summary type="text">Dear Advice Girl,Do you still have your advice column blog?  I need help.  How do you reverse the tragic mistake of accepting friend requests from two trashy in-laws? They are treating facebook like MySpace. I am not interested in receiving the pudding they have flung at me nor comparing my knowledge of WWII tankers. I don&#39;t want their creepy sex poems showing up on my news feed. I also don&#39;t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/feeds/8435736951666873164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2009/01/advice-girl-returns.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/8435736951666873164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/8435736951666873164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2009/01/advice-girl-returns.html' title='Advice Girl Returns'/><author><name>Advice Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354054789385045751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235678792561112864.post-8145056199561210214</id><published>2008-03-26T06:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T06:58:45.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Advice Girl, part 3</title><summary type="text">Editors note: Advice Girl is currently out of the country. While she&#39;s away, we invite you to enjoy these snippets from her previous incarnation.Dear Advice Girl,Whenever I go away for a few days I come home to find that my apartment is cleaner then I left it. My landlady has repeatedly sworn not to have a key and while I like the idea of a magic cleaning fairy (I think they call them Brownies </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/feeds/8145056199561210214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/03/vintage-advice-girl-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/8145056199561210214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/8145056199561210214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/03/vintage-advice-girl-part-3.html' title='Vintage Advice Girl, part 3'/><author><name>Advice Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354054789385045751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235678792561112864.post-4951502654779943871</id><published>2008-03-25T03:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T03:58:38.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Advice Girl, part 2</title><summary type="text">Editors note: Advice Girl is currently out of the country. While she&#39;s away, we invite you to enjoy these snippets from her previous incarnation.Dear Advice Girl,Where are the fabric vendors that used to sell material in Charsu bazaar? I have looked all over Tashkent for them. (They are not at the Hepadrome or any of the other obvious places to look.) Barring that, when will Charsu open up the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/feeds/4951502654779943871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/03/vintage-advice-girl-part-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/4951502654779943871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/4951502654779943871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/03/vintage-advice-girl-part-2.html' title='Vintage Advice Girl, part 2'/><author><name>Advice Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354054789385045751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235678792561112864.post-5740611808341866460</id><published>2008-03-24T13:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:00:39.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Advice Girl, part 1</title><summary type="text">Editors note: Advice Girl is currently out of the country. While she&#39;s away, we invite you to enjoy these snippets from her previous incarnation.Dear Advice Girl:What is one to do when you have a strong need to defecate and there are two &quot;guard&quot; dogs protecting the stairway to the only pit toilet?  These two dogs are normally chained up but in this particular case the dog that is used in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/feeds/5740611808341866460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/03/vintage-advice-girl-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/5740611808341866460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/5740611808341866460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/03/vintage-advice-girl-part-1.html' title='Vintage Advice Girl, part 1'/><author><name>Advice Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354054789385045751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235678792561112864.post-3149711922516644007</id><published>2008-03-14T12:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T13:00:16.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can&#39;t We Go Back to Offices? With Doors?</title><summary type="text">Dear Advice GirlI need your advice to keep my cool at work. I always try to be professional, to be nice, and to be cordial when at work. But at this point I’m miserable and flustered due to a very chatty neighbor lady. We work in a shared open air work environment.  She is in my opinion bad-mannered and usually unprofessional women in the work place. The major qualm I have with my coworker is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/feeds/3149711922516644007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/03/cant-we-go-back-to-offices-with-doors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/3149711922516644007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/3149711922516644007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/03/cant-we-go-back-to-offices-with-doors.html' title='Can&#39;t We Go Back to Offices? With Doors?'/><author><name>Advice Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354054789385045751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235678792561112864.post-5486524851560155376</id><published>2008-03-06T22:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:31:02.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Voyage</title><summary type="text">Hi Advice Girl!I&#39;m bored with my job. I just want to fall asleep at my computer everyday. How can I spice it up at work?--Bored GirlDear Bored,New job. Gotta get one. Or perhaps...Er, no, sorry. Just the one solution here. Happy salary negotiations!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/feeds/5486524851560155376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/03/bon-voyage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/5486524851560155376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/5486524851560155376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/03/bon-voyage.html' title='Bon Voyage'/><author><name>Advice Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354054789385045751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235678792561112864.post-2920908905809422376</id><published>2008-02-28T08:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T08:23:17.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But Sleeping IS a Hobby</title><summary type="text">Dear Advice Girl,Ever since I got a job, I&#39;ve been collecting ideas for fantastic hobbies to pursue in my spare time - hobbies that could really give me something to talk and think about during those long and sometimes dull work hours.   But the irony is, I can&#39;t seem to find time to do even the simple things that I theoretically enjoy, like working out and reading a good book, let alone can I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/feeds/2920908905809422376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/02/but-sleeping-is-hobby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/2920908905809422376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/2920908905809422376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/02/but-sleeping-is-hobby.html' title='But Sleeping IS a Hobby'/><author><name>Advice Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354054789385045751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235678792561112864.post-1009798381600016769</id><published>2008-02-21T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:30:12.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The American Dream, For You and Me</title><summary type="text">Dear Advice Girl,I’m hopelessly searching for my piece of the American dream.  To clarify I want to be homeowner (here in DC) in the near future (before 30).  However currently, it seems I’m usually strapped for cash after making the normal ends meet after paying student loans, DC rent, and normal financial obligations. With my current single salary vs. my debt obligations it seems as if I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/feeds/1009798381600016769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/02/american-dream-for-you-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/1009798381600016769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/1009798381600016769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/02/american-dream-for-you-and-me.html' title='The American Dream, For You and Me'/><author><name>Advice Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354054789385045751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235678792561112864.post-4626471968719025640</id><published>2008-02-18T19:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T19:35:37.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You&#39;ve Lost that Surfing Feeling</title><summary type="text">Dear Advice Girl,I feel like the internet is getting kind of stale. Do you have any idea how it could reinvent itself for our continued amusement?Hugs and Kisses,Your LaptopDear Laptop,Sometimes Advice Girl will be sitting at her desk, diligently looking up per diem in Jerusalem or the most recent standardized exchange rate for Egypt, when she’ll have a perfectly normal question like “What </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/feeds/4626471968719025640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/02/youve-lost-that-surfing-feeling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/4626471968719025640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/4626471968719025640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/02/youve-lost-that-surfing-feeling.html' title='You&#39;ve Lost that Surfing Feeling'/><author><name>Advice Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354054789385045751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235678792561112864.post-8331260483542910960</id><published>2008-02-16T16:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T16:40:42.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Housewares Have Too Much Influence on Your Life.</title><summary type="text">Dear Advice Girl,Do you realize you’ve been in your fancy new grown-up apartment for almost a year now? Have us over already!Sincerely,It&#39;s Almost Too Cold for a HousewarmingDear Too Cold,Indeed, Advice Girl was just checking out the new Crate &amp;amp; Barrel catalogue when she came across her dream pitcher. And do you know what this pitcher said to Advice Girl? It said, “Advice Girl, puh-leeze take</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/feeds/8331260483542910960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-housewares-have-too-much-influence.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/8331260483542910960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/8331260483542910960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-housewares-have-too-much-influence.html' title='When Housewares Have Too Much Influence on Your Life.'/><author><name>Advice Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354054789385045751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235678792561112864.post-6295407397753368677</id><published>2008-02-06T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:17:55.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold feet - not just for weddings anymore!</title><summary type="text">Dear Advice Girl,I’m having heat issues. Namely, there isn’t any in my apartment. I cranked up the radiator, but no tell-tale sounds of water gurgling steamily away. What’s a girl to do?~So Not Hot in DCDear Not,Advice Girl finds bedmates to be a particularly good source of foot-warmth. Guys seem to really go for the whole cold-toes-on-the-back-of-the-knees thing. (You wondered how Advice Girl </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/feeds/6295407397753368677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/02/cold-feet-not-just-for-weddings-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/6295407397753368677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/6295407397753368677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/02/cold-feet-not-just-for-weddings-anymore.html' title='Cold feet - not just for weddings anymore!'/><author><name>Advice Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354054789385045751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235678792561112864.post-5597843301665487342</id><published>2008-01-30T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:18:10.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs, the New Men</title><summary type="text">Dear Advice Girl,I just broke up with my job.  It wasn&#39;t working for me, and so I finally said &quot;we&#39;re through.&quot;  But now I miss what we had - I miss the money, the long walks through the cold to our evening meetings, the frantic phone calls.  I even miss the effort I had to expend to keep us on the same page about our relationship.  I know that this was the right decision and that I need to start</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/feeds/5597843301665487342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/01/jobs-new-men.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/5597843301665487342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/5597843301665487342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/01/jobs-new-men.html' title='Jobs, the New Men'/><author><name>Advice Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354054789385045751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235678792561112864.post-7225608879256512898</id><published>2008-01-22T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T12:43:18.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just say zzzzzzz</title><summary type="text">Dear Advice Girl,I got this fan thing to generate white noise so my boyfriend would be able to sleep better at my place. Now I’m totally addicted! I fear I could lose my treasured ability to sleep anywhere.~Loves the SlumberDear Slumber,Thanks for reminding Advice Girl to pack her Tylenol PM, but she’s unable to help you with your problem. Incidentally, this may be why advice columnists don’t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/feeds/7225608879256512898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-say-zzzzzzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/7225608879256512898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/7225608879256512898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-say-zzzzzzz.html' title='Just say zzzzzzz'/><author><name>Advice Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354054789385045751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235678792561112864.post-4000970597869688561</id><published>2008-01-19T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T14:40:02.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it that time already?</title><summary type="text">Dear Advice Girl,As you know, America&#39;s second favorite holiday (after Flag Day) is coming up - Valentine&#39;s Day. I am in a fairly new relationship - 3.5 months. He&#39;s great! But how do I know what is/isn&#39;t okay to give him for Valentine&#39;s Day? Or should I get him anything at all? I&#39;d like to give him something nice and thoughtful, but am afraid it may make him go running and screaming away from &quot;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/feeds/4000970597869688561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-it-that-time-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/4000970597869688561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/4000970597869688561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-it-that-time-already.html' title='Is it that time already?'/><author><name>Advice Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354054789385045751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235678792561112864.post-8416040820678139688</id><published>2008-01-17T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T11:52:47.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes, we&#39;ve all been there</title><summary type="text">Dear Advice Girl,Help! I&#39;m so disorganized, I don&#39;t know what to do. Every couple of months, I get really energized and put all my immediate clutter away where it should go. But slowly it all starts to pile back up on my desk, in my inbox, and on my bedroom floor. My closet is another story – I can&#39;t even open the door without something falling out! I&#39;ve always been this way and breaking the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/feeds/8416040820678139688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-yes-weve-all-been-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/8416040820678139688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/8416040820678139688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-yes-weve-all-been-there.html' title='Oh yes, we&#39;ve all been there'/><author><name>Advice Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354054789385045751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235678792561112864.post-70185833077301565</id><published>2008-01-15T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:52:18.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first advice seeker!</title><summary type="text">Dear Advice Girl,Help!  Living in the big city is hard for a nice girl like me, especially when it comes to dating.  It seems like I can never meet a guy who&#39;s interested in a real relationship.  The guys in bars only have one-track minds, and everyone else I know is married or has a girlfriend.  Is there any hope for a woman who&#39;s tired of dating and ready to settle down, but not ready to settle</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/feeds/70185833077301565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-first-advice-seeker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/70185833077301565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/70185833077301565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-first-advice-seeker.html' title='Our first advice seeker!'/><author><name>Advice Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354054789385045751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235678792561112864.post-471703903637485904</id><published>2008-01-14T02:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:26:07.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s true, she&#39;s back</title><summary type="text">Greetings all! As you may have noticed, Advice Girl has been on a short sabbatical recently. (Okay, three years, which was longer than her original Advice Career, but that&#39;s really neither here nor there.) She&#39;s safely recovered from that little Central-Asia-village-dwelling experiment and is ready to share her new urban wisdom! Oh, and she thanks you for your patience as she figures out this &quot;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/feeds/471703903637485904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-true-shes-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/471703903637485904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1235678792561112864/posts/default/471703903637485904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://advicegirlcares.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-true-shes-back.html' title='It&#39;s true, she&#39;s back'/><author><name>Advice Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354054789385045751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>