Related question about Dear Prudence- didn't they used to send a link to her column once a week? I always enjoyed getting them, and then they stopped coming and I forgot all about the column.

I vaguely remember I stopped getting it for a while, too. They changed authors a while back and that might have had something to do with it (can't remember if the timing was the same). I'd just sign up again, teeps; that's what I did.

Nice! I've only read one, "Face-Off: Four plastic surgeons tell me what's wrong with my face", so far - but I loved this:

Dr. Gravity, who looks like he just graduated from medical school, calls me into his consulting room, puts me in a sort of paper-covered dental chair, and sits opposite me on a stool. We enter into a game of cat-and-saggy-mouse.

It was actually quite informative, as well as amusing. I've always wondered what sorts of things plastic surgeons would suggest I do about my now-characterful face... All of these I think.

I thought that one was funny, too, taz. She's an okay writer, but definitely has a sense of humour and that helps.

PS: I thought I'd get more of response with this post but I guess my timing was off.

I'm so pleased to see this, deborah; I've only read the facelift and psychic so far, but I'll enjoy the others at my leisure.

I've always wondered what sorts of things plastic surgeons would suggest I do about my now-characterful face... All of these I think.

Yeah, well, when you have a hammer, everything looks like a nail. I assume a plastic surgeon would want to smooth out the wrinkles I worked so hard to get, in the same way that most hair stylists want to color my hair. It's their metier.

When I was about 20, I lucked into a job waiting tables in a suddenly hot bistro. One night a customer left me his business card. I assumed he was either gently hitting on me or (as a more seasoned waiter mentioned) suggesting I ask the hostess to give me their table next time he booked a reservation.

Then we saw that he was a cosmetic surgeon. My more seasoned colleague and I exchanged a look, wondering if The Doctor was eager to give me a professional opinion. I had about two minutes of ego-shaking self-criticism, then laughed the rest of the night.

I'm glad you're enjoying it too, Elsa. I'm freak for "behind the scenes" stuff, so I thought this was pretty interesting.

That plastic surgeon? What an arse.