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Truman Capote was the darling of the NY social elite for years. He was their gay literary poodle. Then one day Truman bit the fingers that adored his wit and charm by writing a scathing piece about them. After that Truman found himself no longer adored and was shunned for being so gauche as to tell the truth about them. He never truly was a bonafide member of that set, he didn't have the money. That broke his heart.

When you have the temerity to tell the truth one should be prepared to suffer painful slings and arrows. By doing so one can separate themselves from the commonplace and can assert their own true individuality. That is not to say that one should not be sagacious by being judicious in ones commentary.