Dear David Hockney,

Your two letters to The Guardian, “The trouble with tobacco haters” and “The pleasures of tobacco,” and pretty much everything you say therein, has me convinced that you are kind of the coolest. You are, indeed, someone who is immune to the manipulations of advertising. You are looking out for number one, and you don’t care who knows it. Your acute awareness that “we have to die” someday makes me want to live for today, to hell with caution! (Ah, if only cigarettes didn’t cost $14 in Manhattan!) Read More