Would you invite the man who molested your young daughter to a house party?
Gosh, seems like a no-brainer to me, but one advice-column letter-writer isn't quite sure about the etiquette. So she asked Slate's Dear Prudence for some advice.
The only thing dumber than the people who write to advice columnists are advice columnists. Let's skip the syndicated fooferaw and answer this question ourselves. Personally, I'd invite the fellow ... and serve him a BIG piece of chocolate cake made with dog poop, or -- oops! -- spill some pool acid in his lap.
What would you advise this rather confused mother to do?