Letters to the Editor
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Happy to Be Asked...To Do What?
What about if he asks me to make Salisbury steak for dinner? Or calls from the office to ask if I can pick up a six-pack of Coke while I'm at the market? Should I dump him if he tells me he really likes my black flowered dress and could I wear it to dinner when we go out Friday?
And any of this is similar to spending $80 to have all your pubic hairs yanked out without an anesthetic by a stranger how, again? "Oh, BTW, I hate your brown eyes, I can only get off on blue ones. Would you mind having them gauged out and replaced with glass? After all, it's for my pleasure."

