Transparency implies that the information, communication, or the accountability of ones’ actions are, in effect, basically easy to see and understand. In other words, transparency points towards full disclosure. I’m not sure how you feel, but the word transparency was one I’d hoped would be shelved in 2018 as it was so overused in 2017 that—had the word an expiration date— it would have perished long before the ball dropped in New York City this past New Year’s Eve.

Politicians love the word transparency. Obama once claimed that he had the most transparent administration in history. Donald Trump likes to complain about the lack of transparency of past administrations, yet he was beyond non-cooperative about sharing his own taxes when asked. In fact, when you search the internet, there are tons of articles about how Trump is the least transparent President of all time.

Politicians overuse of the word transparency has—in my opinion—basically saturated our brains to the point that it has become part of our ‘urban’ language. All of a sudden, the word transparency is popping up in everyday conversations as the new ‘catch-phrase’ of the moment. Personally, I am so sick of hearing the word, especially when it is misused and misrepresented.

So how do you know if you are Transparent, exhibiting Transparency… or if you are just full of BULLSHIT!

If I am dating you and you say to me that ‘you can ask me anything, I am so transparent’, so I decide to ‘brave-up’ and ask you—hoping the answer is going to be NO—if you are dating anyone else. When you answer me with something to the effect of ‘No, I only date one woman at a time’ I, for a minute, am grateful that I ‘braved-up’ and asked that ‘oh-so-sensitive’ and awkward dating question, now loving your transparent handsome self.

So, when I have lunch with a single-girlfriend two days later, telling her how ecstatic I am to have a transparent ‘boyfriend-in-the-making’ who confirmed that he is only dating me; she in turn is happy for me, and it makes her optimistically-hopeful that there are still good men in Los Angeles.

So, when my single-girlfriend is at the bar at Craig’s later that night, and she spots YOU canoodling in a booth with some other chick, not only does she text me straight away blowing your lying-not-so-transparent-ass out of the water, but captures the public snogging on her iPhone rendering your changes of ‘worming your way out’ of this situation – impossible.

News Flash – YOU are not transparent, you are full of BULLSHIT!

If you are my friend, and