The 1990s-according to letters readers sent to Prudie-were all about affairs, internet cafe etiquette, modern chivalry, and the right way to eat bacon at the Ritz Carlton.
Dear Prudie, A close friend is a plastic surgeon who did some minor (OK, semi-major) facial work on me in the past. The results were fine, but now I want to go to a far more famous-far more expensive-plastic surgeon for major work: a facelift.
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