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At least I can't do worse.
Look, people, this is just a variation on a theme: I want it all, but only when I want it, and with minimal responsibilities, and very little effort.
That is what 99% of these letters boil down to. Semi-instant gratification.
And in case you hadn't noticed, it's not like Cary gets held to any standard. You don't hear of anyone reporting back, saying his advice (or even ours) was the least bit helpful...just a moment of faux celebrity. (Look, everyone! I got my shitty life printed in Salon!)
The whole column is just one more way for Salon to draw clicks to the site and get ad revenue...oh and for Cary to collect his long-winded essays and make money from a book. Show me the person dumb enough to buy a book of useless essays that can be downloaded for free online and I'll show you someone who really does need therapy.
Sorry to show you there's nothing to see behind the curtain. At least now you have more time to fix your own problems.