noun; the practice of claiming to have moral standards or beliefs to which one’s own behavior does not conform; pretense
So, it is summer. Cocktail weather. I am at the grocery store just before Father’s Day and I realize we have my birthday, my son’s birthday, and Fourth of July all just around the corner. I decide to get the ingredients (alcohol) for a new cocktail, a Negroni…thank you @slimpaley.com . Then I remember my daughter likes to make Mexican Margaritas, so I ask for assistance and get the good tequila from the locked case. “The large or the small bottle?” the clerk asks. “Is that even a question?” I reply with a cheshire grin. And the large tequila bottle goes in the cart with the three other liquor bottles.
Perhaps I should get the guys some beer? I can’t decide between two summer ales, so I get a twelve pack of both. As I move on down the aisle the sound of bottles tinking alludes me to the fact that my entire cart is FULL of alcohol. I walk as quickly as I can to the produce section hoping no one judges my cart. Something I myself am quite guilty of! *See “Angst” post.
I throw in my cart every kind of vegetable that will work for “veggies with dip”. I get brussels sprouts and green beans and corn on the cob. Moving to the fruits, I get oranges for the Negronis, and limes for the margaritas. Peaches and plums because hey, they are summer fruits. I grab every kind of berry available because they are incredible good for you and delicious. I cover all the alcohol with fresh fruits and vegetables and head to the check out.
What? I do try to eat a plant-based diet; and I don’t want anyone thinking I’m an alcoholic. I kind of like that about myself…identifying my own hypocrisies. I’ll drink to that!
“Maybe it [comedy] comes from anger, because I’m outraged by cruel absurdities, the hypocrisy that exists everywhere, even within yourself, where it’s hardest to see.”
“Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.” ~William Shakespeare, Henry VI