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The first sentence of Susan Jane Gilman’s memoir, Hypocrite in a Pouffy White Dress, suggests that the book’s title is a load of hogwash: “When I was little, I was so girlie and ambitious, I was practically a drag queen.” OK, perhaps most future princesses don’t wish to be Batgirl. But otherwise, anecdotes from Gilman’s early years certainly do portend a lifelong love of things frilly: Her daily tutu-wear inspired a kindergarten-wide trend, and at age 6, little Susan misguidedly asked her Jewish parents if she could turn Puerto Rican so she, too, could wear a pretty First Communion dress. So, several chapters later, when Gilman melts at the sight of herself in a figure-loving wedding gown that she has tried on only to prove how dumb she would look? No surprise. Gilman, who previously took a swipe at The Rules with Kiss My Tiara: How to Rule the World as a SmartMouth Goddess, may have been lying to herself all along as she grew up to become a journalist, a Capitol Hill staffer, and, yes, a pouffy bride, but Hypocrite certainly makes her self-deception entertaining. Gilman reads at 6 p.m. at Politics and Prose, 5015 Connecticut Ave. NW. Free. (202) 364-1919. (Tricia Olszewski)