[Fur] is really ridiculous. It's outrageous. We're not living in igloos. We don't need to trade pelts anymore. There is this diabolical idea that fur is fashionable. It's not. It's death. There's no excuse for it.

That it is not the people who really feel that way, but it is people who have the most money to fire up these propaganda campaigns, these like, basically these lies that they are willing to lie to the public in order to manipulate them into doing what they want. And to me it doesn't make any sense.

Why can't all different types of women be considered beautiful? Why can't we can't we all be considered possible love interests?

The newest victims of the nation's foreclosure crisis are pets, which is extremely distressing to me.

It's hard to find peace with your thighs, but when they chafe, try to be grateful for them. Your thighs let you run and get you where you want to go. I have not just thigh peace but thigh happiness, and it begins with thigh gratitude.

Over half the world menstruates at one time or another, but you'd never know it. Isn't that strange?

I have so much hate that it has turned into love.