A male chauvinist pig isn't born, he's made, and more and more of them are being made by women.

So here I am. This is as good as it gets. Take it or leave it.

Me with nothing left to lose, plotting my big revenge in the spotlight. Give me violent revenge fantasies as a coping mechanism.

You’re training a new employee,' says Mrs. Clark, 'to take over your boring old job.' When you raise a child.

Fathers. Mothers. With all their caring and attention. They will fuck you up, every time.

Somehow it seems wrong to photograph a blind person. It’s like stealing something valuable they don’t even know they own.

I suppose it’s comfort, perhaps a sense of self-control, doing worse things to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict.