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'Dear Abby' Advice Columnist Dies

Lynn  

I read her daily as a child. I was in foster care and I couldn't talk to anyone so I learned about life from her.

Why don't you write a letter to "Dear Abie"?

DEAR ABBY:

What's the difference between a wife and a mistress?

Bess

DEAR BESS:

Night and day.

More DA classics here via Snopes.

UPDATE, January 22: from the NYT obituary:

Mrs. Phillips was also keen, genteelly, to keep pace with the times. In 1976, she confided to People magazine that she had recently seen an X-rated movie. Her sister, she learned afterward, had wanted to see it, too, but feared being recognized.

“How did you get away with it?” Ann Landers asked Dear Abby.

“Well,” Dear Abby replied breezily, “I just put on my dark glasses and my Ann Landers wig and went!”

...until her retirement in 2000, Mrs. Phillips remained a trusted adviser in a world that had evolved from discussions of the dainty art of naked bacon-frying to all manner of postmodern angst:

Dear Abby: Two men who claim to be father and adopted son just bought an old mansion across the street and fixed it up. We notice a very suspicious mixture of company coming and going at all hours — blacks, whites, Orientals, women who look like men and men who look like women. This has always been considered one of the finest sections of San Francisco, and these weirdos are giving it a bad name. How can we improve the neighborhood? — Nob Hill Residents

Dear Residents: You could move.