Top 10 Things to Keep to Yourself
I'd be hard-pressed to tell you the capital of North Dakota, the chief export of Uruguay, the square root of anything. I can't explain football, Congress, or the film career of Adam Sandler. But there is one thing I know with crystal clarity: This L.A. publicist doesn't love me any more than I love her.
It's a Barnum & Bailey world, just as phony as it can be, and there was a time when I embraced every artificially sweetened, fake-fur-covered inch of it. I've engaged in that "you show me yours and I'll show you mine" exchange of faux familiarity that passes for communication. I've played fast and loose with my inner thoughts. I've gone looking for intimacy in all the wrong places. Enough is enough.
I don't mean to suggest that we should line the borders of our personal space with razor wire, I just want my podiatrist to quit hugging me hello. Granted, if my podiatrist were Jude Law this piece would be about the importance of pedicures, but he's not and I don't think it's too much to ask that touching be confined to below the ankles. Had my boundaries been crossed by a single podiatrist, I could chalk it up to the price of fallen arches, but when a stranger waiting in line for cinnamon raisin bagels and designer cream cheese casually divulges that her husband thinks foreplay is a brand of yogurt, it's time to establish a few golden rules for a tarnished age.
1. My rent is my business. In fact, unless you're my mother...no, strike that—especially if you're my mother, the question "What did you pay for that?" has to go.
2. I don't need regular updates on little Dakota's potty training. I wish the kid well. When he finally masters the concept, I'll send him a check for $20 and a pair of Batman underpants—but it doesn't need to be part of your outgoing message. Even toddlers are entitled to maintain a touch of mystery.
3. Let's get this kissing thing straight once and for all. The only time it's acceptable to kiss me by way of introduction is if the introduction goes as follows: "Denzel Washington, meet Lisa Kogan." Note: This rule does not apply to George Clooney and could potentially be waived for Josh Hartnett.
Keep reading Lisa's list of the new golden rules