Hypocrite. It’s one of the ugliest words I know. Its prefix makes me think of hippopotamus—a rough, fat, ugly beast. The Latin/Greek makes the word sound medical, like an age-old term for some sexual perversion that dares not speak its colloquial name. It’s as bad as a curse—if not worse; I’ll wager most people would prefer being called an asshole over being called a hypocrite. I know I would, even though I’m about to argue that my hypocrisy is good for me, if not for all fiction writers who are (dis)honest with themselves.
- essays on the positives of hypocracy in writing
Available at: http://works.bepress.com/derek_nikitas/12/