Dear Cheryl,
I have a computer. My husband knows nothing about computers and doesn’t want to learn. He doesn’t even have a screen name. But he wanted to communicate over the internet with a friend of his, so he gave him my email address. This big, fat glob of slime immediately invaded my computer with dirty jokes. I showed them to my husband and told him I was going to block his mail. My husband told me I was being hard-hearted and inconsiderate. He brow-beat me into allowing this puddle of poop to continue to access my computer.
The next mail from him was soft porn. I showed it to my husband and the same thing happened. On the heels of the soft porn came some very disgusting hard core porn. I again showed my husband and told him I felt violated and sick and that this was the absolute end of the line for this pathetic lard ass.
I feel my husband should have come to my defense and been as offended as I was. But he never showed any understanding of my position. In fact, he defended this mutant and made me feel like I was the bad one. Did I overreact? INTERNET IDA
Dear INTERNET IDA,
How can I say this nicely? Your husband is a yellow-bellied, mealy-mouthed, chicken-livered girlie-man. The first time his potty-mouthed, bottom-feeding, ape-imitating slop-bucket pal sent you dirty jokes, he should have immediately told him to cut it out, or else. I sure hope your husband has some redeeming qualities. Because chivalry ain’t one of them.