What You See Is What You Get
Twenty-one years publishing a magazine with my name on the masthead teaches you something: pretence is exhausting and people see through it anyway. I’ve never mastered the diplomatic non-answer. Ask my opinion and you’ll receive it — on politics, on the monarchy, on whether your event ran on time.
Some call it bluntness. I call it efficiency.
What you see is what you get, and frankly, at my age, what you get is all I’ve got left to offer. No filters, no façades, no carefully managed persona. Just me — flaws, opinions, loyalty and all.
Take it or leave it. Most stay.
