So I’m into men now, even though they can be frightening. I want a schedule-keeping, waking-up-early, wallet-carrying, non-Velcro-shoe-wearing man.

What I've noticed is that almost no one who was a big star in high school is also big star later in life. For us overlooked kids, it's so wonderfully fair.

If I’m at a party where I’m not enjoying myself, I will put some cookies in my jacket pocket and leave without saying good-bye.

My parents were supportive of my creativity but did not have a lot of patience for whimsy with zero production value. They had stuff to do.

To have a complete outfit designed, for me, is easier than trying to find pieces that work together.

That’s the one nice thing about being a dork about men: you can sometimes play it off as restrained and classy.

I don't ever remember being able to debate with my parents. Even though I thought of myself as a very bright kid, I couldn't be vocal in that way.