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Dear Prudence: Save Me From Myself!

Gawker points out that Emily Yoffe's Dear Prudence advice column over at Slate might have featured a fabricated letter. Sure the middle-aged cat lady succumbing to peer pressure and questioning her maternal status by adopting an African baby seems a bit like a recycled Angelina Jolie meets the crazy cat lady featured on "Law & Order" like three seasons ago script, but the letter is funny enough, phony or not. And much more harmless than the 21-year-old girl whose dad is playing peeping Tom.

Dear Prudie:

I'm a 46-year-old unmarried Caucasian woman. I live alone with my three cats, whom I love dearly. My friends always pick on me because I love cats but haven't managed to find a man who shares this love with me. Sometimes I feel very alone, although I have my cats. I feel like my friends are talking about me behind my back all the time! I'm very content with my current lack of love, but I sometimes worry that my friends aren't. They are all happily married with children. I feel as though I'm left out of everything since I haven't gotten married and had kids. Because of this, I'm thinking of adopting an African baby. Although I feel that I would love this child as much as I love my cats, sometimes I wonder if the only reason I'm considering adopting is to fit in with my friends. What should I do?

—Alone and Unsure

Yoffe facetiously responds that cat lady should kill two birds with one stone by traveling to Africa to adopt a baby and then pick up a cat on her way back.

Ouch. Honestly, the response felt a bit [snap] cold, even if the humor wasn't entirely lost on its readers.

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