I’m assuming, dear readers, that you’re all in peak mental health since none of this issue’s questions were about roommates who ate all your low-fat Swiss cheese and how should you retaliate (you really can’t. Go buy a mini-fridge), boyfriends who still sleep in the same bed as their exes (when is an ex really an ex?), or do long-distance relationships ever work (no!)? There was no mention of gaslighting, or should you lie about taking Ozempic, or even if you should buy or lease your next car. (Lease.) Nope. This month you were a little nosy and a lot like you were studying to be rock critics yourself. I hope this helps you out.

I am a 31-year-old head-banging metal chick. My husband likes metal as well, but he is embarrassed by my headbanging and wants me to sit still in my seat. I say what’s the point of going to see Danzig if I can’t enjoy the music my way? What should I do?