From the perspective of "society," I value honesty to a fault. I think this is a rationalist thing, and part of why rationalists tend to have poor social skills. If I hear someone say something in public that I know to be less than completely true, my insides clench into a horrible, convoluted knot, and the only way to relieve the tension is to correct them.
For example: Say I go shopping with my mom and some incident with a salesperson occurs. If she later recounts the tale to my dad in my presence, and adds an embellishment or two, it's essentially reflexive when I butt in and explain how it "really" happened. Or I may hear John tell someone that he likes something I know he doesn't actually like, or say that something that happened last week happened years ago or to somebody else. Obviously, these people (who are dear to me) have their reasons for amending the "truth," so nobody likes it when I point out the discrepancy. But it takes an extreme force of will to suppress these corrections. I basically have to leave the room and if I never say anything, it might bug me for days, like the time Chris misplaced a Haribo raspberry.
I realize that functioning persons bend the truth from time to time for the greater good. Like I guess it's accepted that when you go to someone's apartment for the first time, you're supposed to effusively compliment the decor. But if I feel like people's compliments are disproportionate to the actual awesomeness of the place, all my phoniness sensors get tripped and I actually feel kind of upset. "To what end?" I guess it's my resistance to join in on the fakery (to be polite, you might say), which brings the full force of my unimpressedness, my hater self, into relief. This doesn't win me anything but self-righteousness; it annoys everyone around me. People might respect, in the abstract, my refusal to be polite if it requires dishonesty--but it gets me into trouble all the time. All the time. And yet. Beyond exercising my powers of suppression, I find it hard to believe I'll ever change. Maybe that's just the naivete of being in my 20s. Good thing I only have about three months left.
I made blue cheese dressing to go with dinner. Did you see Mark Bittman's "101 Simple Salads for the Season"? It's divided into categories: "Mostly Vegan Salads," "Vegetarian Salads," "Salads with Seafood," etc., escalating in evilness I suppose. But why bother creating a "Mostly Vegan" set? Couldn't he have just bumped the salads that weren't quite vegan into "Vegetarian"? And put the "vegetarian" salads with anchovies in the seafood set?
The New York Times is infuriating!