I remember reading this thing that Elizabeth Taylor wrote. She had her first kiss in character. On a movie set. It really struck me. I don't know how or why, but I had this sense that if I wasn't really careful, that could be me. That my first kiss could be in somebody else's clothes. And my experiences could all belong to someone else.

Hermione uses all these big long tongue twister words. I don't know what she's going on about half the time!

How can we effect change in the world when only half of it is invited or feel welcome to participate in the conversation?

When I was younger, they used to tease me. And now they’re quite protective.

Even worse than seeing women's privacy violated on social media is reading the accompanying comments that show such a lack of empathy.

Whether you are a woman on a tea plantation in Kenya, or a stockbroker on Wall Street, or a Hollywood actress, no one is being paid equally.

I threw my 20th birthday party at Brown, and I didn't even have to say to anyone not to put pictures on Facebook. Not a single picture went up. That was when I knew I'd found a solid group of friends, and I felt like I belonged.