
An advice column for the catastrophically curious.
Stylish solutions for problems best left unsent—
those whispered to friends, deleted from Notes apps, or buried under shopping receipts.
Dear Gab+Spence,
Together: “Love, betrayal, brunch politics—categorized and replied to with flair.”
Gab & Spence take on everything from workplace tension to scandal recovery. It’s human nature, but better written.
Gab: “Proof that people are still making bad decisions—and asking about them.” Browse the latest submissions below. If it sounds like your life, that’s a coincidence. Probably.
Spence: “These are real letters. Unfortunately.”Each one comes with a question, a problem, and a response from two people barely qualified to answer. Click at your own risk.
May 30, 2025
How can I handle gossip at work without offending anyone?
Dear Gab+Spence,
I work in a small office where the gossip is constant. It’s not always malicious, but it makes me uncomfortable—especially when it’s about people I actually like. I don’t want to seem uptight, but I also don’t want to participate. How can I step back from the chatter without turning into the office narc or getting iced out socially?
Sincerely,
-- Trying to Stay Switzerland
Covert Gossip Agent
Dear Trying to Stay Switzerland,
Gab:
Oh, sweetie. You’re not Switzerland—you’re a human being with boundaries and a calendar full of meetings you didn’t ask for. Gossip is workplace currency, and opting out will make you look suspicious. The trick is to become just useful enough to be looped in, but emotionally noncommittal enough to be boring. Think: eyebrow raises, hmm sounds, and one-word pivots like “wild” or “huh.”
Offer no opinions. Reveal nothing. Be a beige wall with great shoes.
Spence:
To be clear, the only thing worse than gossip is performative moral superiority about gossip. If you're going to disengage, do it without a monologue. Just quietly go back to your spreadsheet like the rest of us cowards.
Gab:
Exactly. Don’t scold, don’t moralize. Just say “Oh I hadn’t heard that” and immediately change the subject to something neutral and annoying—like HR policy or ergonomic chairs. You’ll bore the gossip out of them.
Spence:
Or just start a vague rumor about yourself. Then no one knows what to do with you, and they leave you alone out of fear. That’s my method.
Gab:
That or become the printer expert. No one gossips in front of the tech support.
xoxo - G+S

June 28, 2025
What's the best way to confront a friend who's been spreading rumors about me?
Dear Gab+Spence,
I recently found out that a friend—someone I thought I was close with—has been talking about me behind my back. Nothing criminal, but definitely untrue and hurtful. A few people have confirmed it, and now I don’t know how to handle it. I want to confront them, but I also don’t want to make things worse or look like I’m spiraling. What’s the best way to bring it up without creating drama—or at least controlling the fallout?
—Burned but Still Composed
You are a celebrity, tabloid on news stands tomorrow.
Dear Burned but Still Composed,
Gab:
If someone’s out there misquoting you in the wild, you need to assume you’re famous and being slandered by Page Six. Do you panic? No. You give them nothing but poise, suspicion, and possibly a red lip. The key isn’t to react—it’s to control the narrative. You don’t storm in. You arrive. Calm. Icy. Asking questions like a lawyer who already knows the answer.
Spence:
And just like celebrities, your public image is built on what you don’t say. You confront them in private. One-on-one. No audience, no group chat crossfire. Say something like: “Hey—I heard you’ve been saying things that don’t line up with what I know to be true. Can you clarify that for me?” It’s calm. It’s surgical. It makes them sweat.
Gab:
And if they deny it? Smile. Say “interesting.”
Then go home, light a candle, and quietly remove them from your emotional LinkedIn.
Spence:
If you play it right, they’ll be the ones wondering what version of you is being discussed next. Stay classy. Stay scary. And never forget:
You’re the main character. The tabloids just work here.
xoxo- G+S

June 30, 2025
How do I know if my boyfriend is cheating on me?
Dear Gab+Spence,
I’ve been dating my boyfriend for a little over a year, and lately… something feels off. He’s acting weird—more phone-guardy, less affectionate, always busy. I haven’t found any actual proof, but my gut is screaming. Am I being paranoid? Or should I be worried? How do I know if he’s actually cheating without turning into a full-blown detective (or a cliché)?
—Gut Feeling, No Evidence
If you’re searching for signs, you’ve already found one.
Dear Gut Feeling, No Evidence,
Gab:
First of all, “turning into a cliché” is often step one on the road to clarity. Congratulations—you’re entering your Suspicion Era. Welcome. The water’s cold, the instincts are screaming, and your boyfriend’s probably typing with his phone tilted away from you like he’s hiding nuclear codes.
Spence:
Is he cheating? Maybe. Is he emotionally lazy? Also maybe. The point is, cheating doesn’t always start with evidence—it starts with inconsistency. Watch what doesn’t add up: timelines, tone, tech behavior, and tiny shifts in ritual. Humans are pattern-based. Cheaters screw up the pattern.
Gab:
Also: if you’re googling this, something is already broken. People in safe relationships do not write to digital strangers. You're not seeking truth—you're seeking confirmation.
So here’s your line:
“I’ve noticed some things feel different lately, and it’s making me uncomfortable. Can we talk about it?”
Do not say “I think you’re cheating.” Say you feel distant. Let the silence hang. Cheaters panic in silence.
Spence:
And if he gets defensive or flips it on you? Cute. Tell him you’re just trying to feel secure in a relationship you care about. If that’s a problem for him, it’s not a mystery—it’s a verdict.
Gab:
Bottom line: you don’t need to be Sherlock Holmes. You need to be your own lawyer.
If you don’t like the energy, leave the room.
And take the playlist password with you.
xoxo- G+S

July 2, 2025
What should I do if I'm accidentally caught in a scandal at a party?
Dear Gab+Spence
This weekend I went to a party where, through a cursed combination of timing, lighting, and location—I somehow ended up in the middle of something scandal-adjacent. It wasn’t my drama, I wasn’t even involved, but I was standing there when the yelling started… and now people think I was involved. One person even posted a story that made it look like I was part of it. I don’t know whether to do damage control, deny everything, or pretend it never happened. What do you do when you get caught in someone else’s mess, but people think it’s yours?
—Collateral Chaos
“I Was Simply In The Vicinity.”
Dear Collateral Chaos,
Gab:
Ah yes, Scandal by Proximity™. You didn’t start the fire, but you were holding a Solo cup near it when the photo was taken. Congratulations—your reputation is now crowd-sourced.
Here’s the thing: people will fill in gaps if you don’t. So instead of denying it or spiraling, own it early and louder—preferably with humor, style, and plausible deniability.
Post the meme before someone else does.
Screenshot the chaos. Add “Me, accidentally witnessing someone else’s divorce in real time” or “Didn’t realize I RSVPed to an HBO pilot”—you get it.
Keep the tone light, the distance clear, and the drip immaculate.
Spence:
Translation: don’t issue a statement. Issue a meme. It works because people will assume you're either too chill to be involved or too chaotic to be culpable.
Gab:
Exactly. Humor gives you power. It resets the vibe. It lets you control the frame—literally. And if anyone still asks questions? One sentence:
“Oh god, no—wasn’t my drama. I was just near it. Kinda iconic though.”
Spence:
And if you ever do something actually scandalous in the future, this sets the perfect precedent: “They joke about everything. Who even knows when they're serious?”
A reputation built on uncertainty is surprisingly durable.
Gab:
In summary: meme yourself. Reclaim the frame. Stay unbothered. Dress better.
That’s the advice. That’s the brand.
xoxo - G+S

July 2, 2025
Is it ok to share intimate details of my relationship with my friends?
Dear Gab+Spence,
I’ve always been someone who talks things out with close friends—but lately I’m wondering if I’m oversharing about my relationship. I love my boyfriend, but when things get rocky, I vent. My friends now know way too much about our arguments, our makeup sex, and probably our furniture choices. He doesn’t love it, and I’m starting to feel a little guilty. Is it wrong to talk to my friends about private relationship stuff? Or am I just doing what everyone does?
—Loud But Loving
If you're willing to broadcast it, maybe it's not sacred anymore.
Dear Loud But Loving,
Gab:
First of all: if you’re worried about oversharing, it means someone already flinched. Either your friends gave you the face (you know the face), or your boyfriend did the post-vent spiral where he’s suddenly weird around your best friend because she knows what he cried about in April.
Let’s be honest: yes, everyone talks. The question isn’t “should I share?” It’s “what narrative am I creating?” If you only share the ugly stuff, your friends start to forget the relationship is three-dimensional. You turn your partner into a group chat villain. That’s not honesty—that’s brand mismanagement.
Spence:
Also: oversharing is less about content and more about consent. If your partner’s unaware you’re broadcasting their darkest moments, you’re not “venting”—you’re leaking. Even if the leak is…tastefully told.
Gab:
So here’s the rule:
You get one or two trusted narrators. People who love you and want your relationship to work (even if they secretly hope for drama).
No mass sharing. No podcast-length monologues at brunch. Keep the group chat PG-13.
Spence:
And if you're sharing for validation—not perspective—pause. You’re not looking for clarity. You’re crowdsourcing loyalty.
Gab:
TL;DR?
Yes, you can share. But curate. Protect what’s sacred. And here’s the uncomfortable part:
If you’re willing to broadcast the worst parts of your relationship like it’s a cautionary tale... maybe you already know it’s over.
You’re not protecting it because you don’t believe it’s worth protecting. And that’s not honesty. That’s an ending in disguise.
xoxo - G+S

Unsolicited Opinions
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Weaponizes self-awareness.
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Every message gets a ruling.
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Your productivity is hostage to their playlist.
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History repeats itself, just louder this time.
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Never leaves a situation without merch.
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About Us

Advice you didn’t ask for from people you probably shouldn’t trust.
Gab advises on chaos and Spence formats It. Gab wears sunglasses indoors and speaks in sharp italics. Spence once built an Excel spreadsheet to track emotional red flags and somehow still got ghosted. Together, they run the column you’re currently hate-reading instead of texting your therapist.
“Dear Gabby” began as a culture feature on Memento News. But Gabby needed more room—for columns, for commentary, and for photos that make everything look slightly more believable. So she dragged Spence out of his code cave, stole a domain name, and created Gab+Spence: a lightly deranged advice column disguised as a digital zine.
Gab+Spence believe in two things, respectively:
Gab:
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All problems are either about your mother or your haircut. 
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Every story deserves a photo, even if it’s fake. 
Spence:
1. Margin alignment.
2. Telling you when you’re being dramatic, even though you already know.
They disagree on nearly everything except one core truth:
It’s not about being right. It’s about being entertaining while you flail.
So go ahead—write in. Ask a question. Get an answer you didn’t expect.
And remember: the car is metaphorical, but the emotional damage is real.
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