I always wanted to be commander-in-chief of my one-woman army, But I can envision the mediocrity of my finest hour.

Second Wave feminism started with consciousness-raising groups, which sounds "big" but it's really just house parties. Women getting together and saying, "You feel this way?! Me too!" Hanging out is consciousness-raising.

and god help you if you are an ugly girl course too pretty is also your doom cause everyone harbors a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room and god help you if you are a pheonix and you dare to rise up from the ash a thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy while you are just flying back

I'd rather suffer the consequences of truth than of silence.

It can be very frustrating and very deflating to be constantly defined and described by other people, so I've stopped reading anything written about me, and I find it much healthier. I just sort of concentrate on what I do and don't worry too much about that.

Every time I say something they find hard to hear, they chalk it up to my anger, and never to their own fear.

They see me as a symbol, and not a human being. That way they can kill me, say it’s not murder it’s a metaphor.