Tell you what. Well, actually, I’ll tell you two things:
- I still have a faint hint of that “You Can Count on Me/Shyam Bolo” song stuck in my head from last week.
- I’ve got a tiny, sorta harmless, but nonetheless sting-happy, bee in my bonnet about what I perceive to be a lack of genuineness in what appear to be Elena Brower’s constant after-the-fact Truth sessions.
For those who don’t know (we mentioned this yesterday), all-places-at-once yoga sensation, Elena Brower, is really into telling the truth, and proceeds to do this thing where she comes clean on stuff from the past. (You can read about it here, here, here, and watch it here). Little may ye know that we We Babs actually LOVE most of what Elena has to say on the matter, and are generally major fans of just straight up spewing the stuff like it’s going out of style. We’re not soooo keen on calling it “truth,” as that sounds like a word a life coach would use. Instead, we prefer to be guided by the disembodied voice of Ms. Emily Dickinson with regards to these concerns:
“Tell all the truth but tell it slant,
Success in circuit lies,
Too bright for our infirm delight
The truth’s superb surprise;
As lightning to the children eased
With explanation kind,
The truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind.”
There’s just something about the timing of Elena’s truth bombs that make us slightly suspicious. Not Glenn Beck suspicious, but mos def Larry David suspicious.
Anyway, after reading yesterday’s article, and feeling a little sore about how all this truth-after-fact stuff makes the world a tiny baby’s hair more sucky, I found myself craving some good ol’ fashion Howard Stern. Remember him? Homeboy is still crazy funny, and he always comes across as someone who tells it like it is. Not after the fact, but as it happened.
Consider this a “compare/contrast essay” without the actual essay: