Someone on Twitter sent me a page from a textbook. It had a picture of a football player next to a picture of me. The juxtaposition was meant to illustrate two meanings of "offensive." Seriously. It broke my heart. It's that accepted what I do is offensive?

Look at the people who are kind of the funniest cultures, they're the cultures of the people who have been the most oppressed, black people and Jews. Not that they're the only funny people, but culturally, it comes from the pain, you know?

I still have highs and lows, maybe I don't cry salty tears as much.

I looked up and saw the shape of a heart made by the silhouette of Ben Affleck and Matt Damon kissing.

Well, I'm not afraid to say something if I think it's funny, even if it's harsh or racist.

I'm all sentimental. I've probably been ruined by romantic movies, but I really do believe in love. I've experienced it, I've had it, so I know it's real.

I'm lucky because I intentionally keep my overhead low, and so I can say, "No, thank you."