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Mocktails and sunscreen, masking and mindfulness — for those of us who strive to be upright, responsible citizens, the constant reminders of various ways we ought to be good are all around us. They’re almost enough to make you forget the pleasures of being a little bit bad. We asked 16 writers — most of them respectable adults — about the irresponsible, immoral, indulgent things they do. Transgression has the power to teach us something about how we ought to live. But it’s also just … fun?
I’m not a drunk. And I’m not a liar. But I am, unequivocally, a drunk liar. After a few tequila shots and an audience of strangers (usually men), I’ve become: a Harvard graduate (summa cum laude), an up-and-coming model, an athlete, a virgin, a Kennedy. It’s adult make-believe. It’s free entertainment. There is something irresistible about telling a big, wet, flapping, booze-induced lie to people (men) that you almost certainly will never see again. Almost. When I was 19, I convinced a man I was British and kept the lie going for three dates. Years later, we bumped into each other in public, in my pitiful American form, resulting in a humiliating exposition that left everyone questioning my sanity. But who, ultimately, is the real idiot here?
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