For me, and I suspect a lot of socially awkward people, dealing with people face-to-face seems really traumatic. Particularly if you have massive sweating issues, and particularly if on top of that you have quite smelly sweat that smells like onion soup.

It's really best not to tell people when you feel bad. Growing up is about keeping secrets, and pretending everything is fine.

If you've been fat, you will always feel and see the world as a fat person; you know how difficult it is... It's the same coming from a working-class background... it never leaves you.

Feminism, as it stands, well... stands. It has ground to a halt.

Never love someone whom you think you need to mend – or who makes you feel like you should be mended. There are boys out there who look for shining girls; they will stand next to you and say quiet things in your ear that only you can hear and that will slowly drain the joy out of your heart. The books about vampires are true, baby. Drive a stake through their hearts and run away.

There are some women out there who are just going to look better with a mustache: that's statistics.

I want a Zero Tolerance policy on All The Patriarchal Bullshit.