DEAR LITTLE MISS KNOW-IT-ALL: My fiancť and I want to hold our wedding in a historic, 80-room castle in France and fly all our friends and family in for free. At the reception, we want a 12-course French meal served by waiters wearing outfits of my own design. The guests must wear all black or all white. Iíve already told my friends they canít be bridesmaids unless they weigh less than 110 pounds.
The bad news is that my Dad says he wonít pay for it. He thinks weíre too young (Geez, Iíll be 20 in a few years). He said heíd pay for a wedding in our local church if we invite the same old boring friends and family we see every day. And only if my fiancť, Tommy, gets a job. What should I do? Ė Why Me in Massachusetts
DEAR WHY ME: Canít you see that your control-freak Dad is trying to wreck your life? Youíve got to get out of that house as soon as possible by marrying Tommy. He sounds dreamy. As soon as youíre married, youíll find that all your problems will magically disappear. Suddenly, youíll be happy with the way you look and youíll be comfortable with your weight. Everyone will suddenly like you, even those snobby kids at your old high school.
I think you should pay for the wedding yourself by maxing out all your credit cards Ė yours and Tommyís. After the wedding, you wonít need any money because youíll have each other. Maybe your stupid father doesnít know it, but itís a well-known fact that the more money you spend on your wedding, the better your marriage will be. Donít let anyone, especially your unbelievably stupid father, step on your dreams. I wouldnít even invite him to the wedding.
DEAR LITTLE MISS KNOW-IT-ALL: Iím 16 and I want to be a football star or a basketball star. Or maybe a golf legend. The problem is that my parents want me to may apply to one of those colleges that barely even has a sports team like Harvard or MIT, just because I get good grades. They want me to be a scientist or a professor. How do I convince him that being smart is a dumb career move? Ė Concerned in Mineola
DEAR CONCERNED: Sometimes you wonder where parents get these silly ideas. A scientist?! As if Nike is ever going to pay you millions of dollars to wear their swoosh on your lab coat.
Still, letís get real. You may never become a $30-million-a-year athlete. You may only be a $5- or $6-million-a-year athlete. If you donít think you can live with that kind of bitter disappointment, you might as well go to Harvard. I suppose it canít hurt.
DEAR LITTLE MISS KNOW-IT-ALL: I plan to win ďAmerican IdolĒ this year, but Iím worried about what to do with the million dollars after I win. Youíre the only person I can talk to. Should I spend it on fancy cars, designer clothes and jewelry, or should I just waste it on silly stuff? What do you think? Ė Tired of Waiting
DEAR TIRED: Spend it all, baby! And why wait until you win? Spend it now and pay it back after you win.
DEAR LITTLE MISS KNOW-IT-ALL: I met a guy on a computer dating service, and he says heíd like to see me in person but he canít afford to travel all the way. He lives two states away and is really cute. Should I send him the $600 he needs to get here and back, or not. Ė Confused in Columbus
DEAR CONFUSED: Is $600 enough? He may think youíre cheap. Why not send him a $1,000 to show him what nice person you are. He sounds like a nice guy, Iím sure heíll pay you back. After all, you met him on a computer. What could go wrong? You know, itís funny that he can afford a computer but not airfare. I donít know what thatís all about, but Iím sure it will all become clear once you meet him.
Jim Mullen is the author of ďIt Takes a Village Idiot: Complicating the Simple LifeĒ and ďBabyís First Tattoo.Ē You can reach him at firstname.lastname@example.org
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