To believe that one, or even three, mates can supply all the things one needs from one's friends is as stupid as believing married couples must do everything together.

Families, generally, suck. And I say that as someone who, like my husband, had parents who proved the proverbial exception to the rule.

I feel even less patience with transsexuals.

Mind you, I've always been a very off-message type of fat broad; one who gladly admits she reached the size she is now solely through lack of discipline and love of pleasure, and who rather despises people (except those with proven medical conditions) who pretend that it is generally otherwise.

I just have a real problem with people who seek to portray fatness or thinness as moral concepts.

Gluttony and idleness are two of life's great joys, but they are not honourable.

It seems that one moment I was this little kid only caring about animals and flowers and stuff, and then the next minute I was this raging stew of hormones. I don't know if you've ever been a raging stew of anything, but I wouldn't particularly recommend it.