The usually delightful Doonan has been a bit of a bore of late.
(I know you’re life partner is Jonathan Adler! I know you work at Barney’s and disapprove of Century 21!! Find a new topic! Oh wait. He did. Stop screeching Kathleen.)
This week in my fave pink paper he gets back to his wonderful, cheeky, servicey self in an article celebrating the white lie, a grand institution in danger of dying in our disgustingly over-Oprahfied society …
[Side note: the strange thing is, people are becoming so overly honest and over-sharey these days, everyone’s lying again (but these lies ain’t white!) — and all in the name of honesty. WTF, riigh-eet? (ie James Frey et al. After all, if you’re not a boozed-up crack whore these days, you’re nothing!!)]
Anyhoo, anyone who knows me knows I’m a fan of the truly gargantuan whopper. The bigger and more ludicrous the better!
A few of SD’s faves:
“Running late? Tell them you accidentally ingested a small bird while riding a bicycle. Forgot to show up? Tell them your pantyhose spontaneously combusted.”
I’m not telling what my faves are.
