Honesty is a cruel, Dalmatian coat-wearing bitch. In theory, it should be warm, pretty, and luxurious, but you can't get one without slaughtering three digits' worth of puppies. We all say we want one, because who wouldn't love a coat made out of dog skin? But when presented with it, we're horrified at the audacity. We want it, but not really. Fuckin' Disney, man. Gross.
There are legitimate reasons that we fear honesty. I wish I could tell you that it's something that's easy to get over, but I'm not sure it is -- or even if we should. Because ...
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