Privilege is a headache, that you don't know that you don't have.

The old farm roads a four lane that leads to the mall, and our dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall.

The fundamental imbalance that is behind all of the other social diseases is patriarchy.

Stepped out into the cold, collar high, under the slate gray sky. The air was smoking and the streets were dry, and I wasn't joking when I said goodbye.

I fear that Donald Trump will continue to be followed around by the media in its totality as he continues to rail against Hillary Clinton.

But as bad as I am, I'm proud of the fact that I'm worse than I seem

I have earned my disillusionment.