First of all, you’re wrong. That’s not me, that’s a different Yasi (although that Yasi is also stunningly beautiful). Or maybe it is me, and I hang out with a bunch of fuck wads of questionable sexual orientation (one of whom carries a murse) who drink not only enthusiastically but also athletically and who get kicked out of bars on the regular for “wrestling” with each other (aka the best dudes ever). Or maybe there is no me. Maybe the internet invented me, and you are better off writing emails to Winnie the Pooh. You’ll never know any of this. And more importantly, I’m not sure why you want to.

And the hiding of my (or not my) face is purely metaphorical. I’ll get more into this with the next Ask Yasi since it seems to be of some concern to people (although if the biggest problem in your life is that you can’t see some so-called advice columnist’s face, then you’re probably 11 years old or a plant).

Lastly, I’m not sure what would lead you to believe that receiving more questions would “make my day.” Cake makes my day. Re-runs of House make my day. Watching the Lakers come back from a 20 point deficit to win by 4 and seeing Tim Duncan’s whiny bitch face look that despondent makes my day. These questions, while mildly amusing, do not a day make.

In my personal opinion, the new “I lost me to meth” campaigns are just a little too dramatic for my tastes. I mean yeah, I get it. Meth is bad, it makes your skin look like microwaved cheese, staying up for 13 days in a row is probably unhealthy, causes rapid tooth decay, tremors, and hyperthermia, it may or may not kill you, exacerbates allergies, blah blah blah. I’m sorry to sound cold and callous here, but if you don’t know that crank is bad for you then no amount of exposure to creepy tv commercials can save you (and natural selection still works. high five Darwin!).

And is it just me, or does the campaign solely target gay dudes? When did gay men become so big on meth? And is it such a crisis that these ads need to only focus on that particular demographic? What about speed freaks in Riverside? What about housewives in Bakersfield? What about everyone else in Bakersfield? Has the world given up on Bakersfield?

Blue,

I’m having trouble following your metaphor. So in your cute little one-year-out-of-high-school world(I notice you didn’t make mention of going off to college so I’m guessing you still hang out in your home town and go to keggers and smoke pot or whatever), going to prom after graduation is similar to wearing streetwear and listening to French electronica? I’m guessing you’re referencing some sort of “played out” pop-culture mythology but just thinking about it is tedious for me so I’ll skip to answering your question.

The dictionary defines “compromise” as: settlement of differences by mutual concessions; an agreement reached by adjustment of conflicting or opposing claims, principles, etc., by reciprocal modification of demands. I think I heard on Oprah that this is something that is involved in relationships, so let’s flesh this out. I’m going to presume you like your girlfriend (to some degree) and that her happiness is important to you. If these two initial assumptions are wrong, it doesn’t matter, because they have nothing to do with compromise. Compromise is more like this: she would like you to put on a tux, buy her a corsage (carnation, baby’s breath), take her dinner (Cheesecake Factory, Dave and Buster’s), and go to some terribly decorated gymnasium with a theme like “Under the Sea” (crepe paper octopi) You would like to continue receiving blow jobs. That is compromise (second hand emotions notwithstanding). I mean, who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?

E-mail Yasi your question at AskYasi@thehundreds.com. There is absolutely no guarantee she will answer your question, but at least you can tell your friends you talked to a girl.