by Dorothy Parker
This is a more of an essay than a short story. It takes aim at a certain segment of humanity, one that confuses in us with its contradictions. I will leave it the it to the author to continue the introduction.
This piece was written in 1919 by a 26-year old Dorothy Parker, then a staff writer for Vanity Fair magazine. It illustrated a sardonic wit that led her to a long, successful writing career in Vogue, Vanity Fair, Life, McCalls, and the New Republic. In 1925, Dorothy was hired as one of the New Yorker’s original editors.
Known for her acerbic humor Dorothy Parker said of herself “The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.”