Who gives the best advice? You, the idiots slacking off at your stupid job, reading Gawker. One wealthy mom desperately needs your help!

China’s stock market, the most high-flying in the world lately, is now mired in its inevitable crash. What rises too high shall fall again. In the long run, it will be okay. Unless you did something stupid.

The prestigious magazine Science has deleted an advice column in which CalTech scientist Alice Huang advised a woman whose academic adviser was constantly leering at her breasts to “put up with it” because such behavior is “common in the workplace.”

If you happen to see a wild bear, police in North Adams, Massachusetts have a sensible—if weirdly specific—recommendation: “Chasing bears through the woods drunk with a dull hatchet is strongly not advised.”

“As my thirtieth birthday looms, I find that all my thoughts are consumed with Things I Wish People Had Told Me In My Twenties.” Does anyone know where this ThoughtCatalog.com writer could turn for such esoteric advice?

"How can I get girls' phone numbers and not feel like a loser when I have a flip phone?" asks a male user of the internet advice site Quora.com.

Everyone has a David Carr story. Here is mine.

Tony Robbins is a fabulously wealthy self-help guru who recently wrote a book containing bad financial advice. Andrew Ross Sorkin is a business reporter for America's most influential newspaper. What happens when you put them together?

The public newspaper isn't often used to interrogate private matters, unless you're Sally Quinn. But sometimes, curiously, men try to write about their failed love lives like sullen teenagers, and the results are humiliating (for them).

Noted media thinker Jay Rosen offers this advice to to working journalists: if you don't thoroughly understand your company's business model, then "you should quit." Allow us to offer this counterpoint: whatever you do, do not listen to this man.

I made my husband a birthday party and invited his friends and colleagues. I prepared a bunch of my best dishes including a chocolate cake I have perfected for the past 4 years from various recipes. Now let me tell you about the cake: It's perfection, moist, rich and the frosting achieved the delicate balance for it to be delicious to chocoholics and those of us that aren't. Everyone went crazy for it and now my husband asked me to give him my recipe to pass it to the wife of a colleague. Normally I wouldn't mind—I've given my recipes to people in his office—but this lady rubs me off the wrong way. Ever since I met her there's something about her I can't explain that makes me dislike her very much and I can't imagine she cares that much about me given that we have barely spoken and are not even Facebook friends. So now I don't want to give her my recipe since she didn't even bother asking me personally, but my husband says I'm being childish and should just share it. Is that okay?

So there was this girl that I went to high school with, and basically she was/is a homophobic, mouth breathing waste of space that made my life at the time rather miserable. Anywho, recently I was on Grindr (like half my day at work) and I happened upon her still rather handsome/DILF-esque father. I messaged him and we struck up a conversation, although it's pretty obvious he has no idea who I am (though to tell the truth I have been a bit vague about some of the facts). I'm considering banging him, and then disclosing said banging to a few select individuals, knowing it would make its way back to her. Is that okay?

Following the recent release of his sixth, best-selling album, Miami rapper Rick Ross will now be writing a regular advice column for Rolling Stone. It's fair to assume this project was inspired by DMX's ontological query, "How much can [Rick Ross] eat?"

Here's perhaps the only lighthearted revelation from Edward Snowden's NSA leaks: The spy agency has its own advice columnist. The anonymous writer, who uses the pen name "Zelda," has covered everything from flip-flops in the office to nosey supervisors.

Happy Valentine's Day! If you haven't settled down with a nice Ivy League man yet, you're going to die alone.

[Some now-deleted, but great advice from America's favorite televangelist. Image via Joel Osteen/Twitter]

Due to our history as a platform for true Wal-Mart stories, we sometimes receive emails from beleaguered Wal-Mart employees, venting their frustrations. Today, we have our holiest Wal-Mart conundrum yet. Can you help?

Hot 97 urges NYC Democratic mayoral candidate Bill de Blasio to tell his "Afro Son," 16-year-old Dante, not to hang out with rappers. "We need Dante focused."

Welcome to Thatz Not Okay, a regular column in which I school inquiring readers on what is and is not okay. Please send your questions (max: 200 words) to caity@gawker.com with the subject "Thatz Not Okay."

Welcome to Thatz Not Okay, a regular column in which I school inquiring readers on what is and is not okay. Please send your questions (max: 200 words) to caity@gawker.com with the subject "Thatz Not Okay."