I have this fantasy that Paris Hilton has a secret intellectual life. Like when she goes home she journals and is like, “Day 804: My anthropological study is going as planned. Everybody has bought into the persona. Step 10…. —Rashida Jones, in the August/September 2010 Bust
Everyone should be a double agent. I am rarely the star of my own Walter Mitty escapist fantasies (except when I have one of my recurring dreams that I am best friends with Madonna), but I enjoy having them for other people. Two years ago a group of us were at a bed and breakfast in Pennsylvania and I became convinced that the proprietors were mob informants in the Witness Protection Program. They were clearly not Pennsylvania farmers, despite the livestock milling around. I can say no more without endangering them.