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OK, let's move on to Rukiya Anthony, in St. Louis. She writes, "I am the biggest tomboy in my school. All the girls in my class tease me about me wearing only basketball shorts, and about how I have never had my first kiss. What should I do? Should I ditch my Jordans and trade them in for a pair of heels?" JAMES: No way. You have to just be who you are. You can't try to fake it. People will like you for who you are. RACHEL: That's easy for you to say. You're a professional athlete. People would still like you if you were the one wearing the heels. JAMES: Are you kidding? I was 5 feet tall and wearing a back brace in high school. I was not the big man on campus. But fortunately, I had some friends who still wanted to hang out with me, and they are the ones who are still around today. RACHEL: Those are the ones getting cars today. JAMES: Exactly. RACHEL: Bottom line, Rukiya, keep the Jordans. Just tell the other girls they'd better be nice to you if they want to be around later on when you're in the WNBA making crazy cash. Well, at least when you're in the WNBA. OK, next up is Mike Henderson from Philadelphia. Mike writes, "My fiancÚ[e] has atrocious grammar. It doesn't bother me, but I see my mother wince every time she mangles her beloved English. Family is very important to me and I want everyone to respect each other and get along. Any suggestions on how to smooth things over?"
JAMES: That's a tough one. My mom is an English major, so she taught me proper grammar and spelling and all that, and so I have the nasty habit of always correcting people.RACHEL: Wow, you're fun at parties. JAMES: Yeah, people get annoyed when I do that. I also correct people's spelling on e-mails. RACHEL: James, I hate to break this to you, but I'm no longer sure it was the back brace that was chasing people away in high school. JAMES: Yeah, I know. It's nerdy. But I'm trying to stop. Really.
RACHEL: You know what they say: The best advice is the advice we give ourselves. Unless of course you're David Pound from California. Then the best advice could come from you -- David writes, "My coach has terrible breath. Any way I can let him know to deal with that funk before yelling at me, or should I just quit the team?" JAMES: You just need to be generous. Every time you see him, give him some Altoids or breath mints. Or you can just go for space. I had a similar problem with a coach once, and every time he started yelling, I started backing up. There's also the towel-over-the-face trick. Cover the nose. A good motto. RACHEL: I hear they're considering that for the state flag. JAMES: Trust me, it works. RACHEL: Well, what else you got? The last question we always ask is, what's your best piece of advice? JAMES: I before E, except after C. Live by it, people. Got an issue or a question, or otherwise need to be "Ill-Advised" in the future? Send it to Rachel Nichols right here.