Meet Gretchen Hamel, executive director of conservative "education advocacy group" Public Notice. You might recognize her from Fox News, where she's a frequent guest, or from some of the op-eds she's authored over the years.

What delightful tale of sexual deviance does surprisingly kinky advice columnist Dear Prudence have for us today? A woman contemplating dating a stranger she caught sniffing her crotch sweat at the gym? Yes, I think that will do.

When Slate advice column Dear Prudence explored gay male twin fucking, I assumed it was an aberration in a column otherwise devoted to wedding etiquette and mother-in-law woes. But what if Dear Prudence is actually on the cutting edge of human sexuality? What if Dear Prudence is the Penthouse Letters of tongue-clucking suburbanites?

Slate advice column Dear Prudence (which really is the prudest internet advice column) fielded a titillating question of dubious veracity today, from a gay man in a committed sexual relationship with his twin brother. Could this letter possibly be real? Let's discuss.

Slate's prudish advice columnist Dear Prudence received a question from a woman dating a man with a tiny, tiny penis. Prudence's response today focuses on love and relationships, but skimps on the sex. We'll get down to the itty-bitty nitty-gritty.

Salon's Cary Tennis and Slate's Prudence both hand out advice. Today, they happened to answer the same letter from a guy conflicted about spending his inheritance from grandma. Let's compare and contrast their responses.