I was raised by a hardcore feminist.

Write it. Shoot it. Publish it. Crochet it, sauté it, whatever. MAKE.

I'm not a control freak - I'm a control enthusiast.

Next year, Equality Now will celebrate - if that’s the word - will clock its twentieth year. Two decades of fighting the good fight, fighting the cause, and in case I haven’t been the clear, the cause is that one half of the human race is given the same basic equal rights that the other half enjoys. Or, not given. Given back. That is not a milestone, twenty years, that I intend to go unnoticed. I want to make some noise. I want to make a joyful noise, I want to make too much noise. I want the neighbors to complain. I’m tired of being polite about something that matters so much.

Let's put it this way: If a raccoon can carry a movie, then they believe maybe even a woman can.

Two things that matter to me. Emotional resonance and rocket launchers.

I loved teaching and I did a lot of work as a teacher's assistant in college, and my favorite experience was basically getting a laugh from a bunch of people because they had just understood something. Because I had shown them something they hadn't seen before, and it amused them. That's the combo platter. That's a perfect moment.