Advice Roundup

Have you ever dated a guy with terrible taste in music? I haven't. Well, okay, there was this once, but at least he didn't insist on playing his band during sex. This week, Slate's advice columnist, Emily Yoffe (aka "Dear Prudence") hears from a woman whose boyfriend has difficulty performing unless he's listening to death metal. Yoffe tells her that their relationship is doomed. Feh. What they need to find is a compromise. While Necrophagist might be too rowly/crazy for her, the first Danzig CD would be dark enough for him, but sexy enough for her. Nine Inch Nails or Tool are other excellent compromise bands. It's hard enough to meet a guy you don't want to punch in the throat these days - if your only complaint is his soundtrack, you're doing better than most ladies.

John Gray, author of the highly irritating book, Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus, also has a syndicated advice column. He recently heard from a woman who met her boyfriend online and though they live in the same city, they only communicate by email, haven't slept together (though it sounds like he "allows" her to blow him once in a while) and only see each other once or twice a month. Oh, and he's never introduced her to any of his friends, though he's met hers. Gray's advice is to start dating other men in order to make him jealous. My advice - open up your eyes, honey - this dude is married!