I've been called a "baby killer" and I've been told I should die and that I'm ruining women's lives. Those accusations hurt for sure - and I pause when such labels are applied to me - but because they come from people I don't necessarily respect, I have an easier time moving beyond them.

Our world loses out when the leadership doesn't reflect the led - when a minority makes decisions for the majority.

In college, a group of guys labelled me a "righteous little beaver." Again, I was slightly pissed because it seemed offensive and misdirected, but when I learned that beavers swim upstream, I realized that maybe it was fitting after all.

Women have to do all of the catching up. So we are disengaged and overburdened. Sounds like it is time we ditch the complacent fluoride-in-the-tap-water feminism and get reenergized and reinspired.

I'm motivated by injustice, which is embedded and constant and wrong - not by a vernacular soundboard.

We are linked and not ranked. Ever butty is equal, everyone is the same.

I think we all have something in our life's experience that makes us feel different. It's whether we have a gay parent or we have an alcoholic mother or maybe we don't know our father. And it's something that we feel bad about initially because we think we're abnormal. What's abnormal is our assumption that there's something called 'normal.'