As soon as a women gets to an age where she has opinions and she's vital and she's strong, she's systematically shamed into hiding under a rock.

That still feels like the most accurate description - I felt homesick, but I was home.

I buy water at the liquor store across the street from where I live. So I'm walking into the door, and standing, loitering, outside the door is a man. And I walk by him to go in, and he says, "I want pussy!" Now, I don't want to seem conceited or anything, but he was talking about me!

I just don't let that mentality be a part of my world.

And then before going back for my sophomore year, I decided to change my major to arts and sciences, and my dad cut a deal with me: He said if I'd quit school he'd pay my rent for the next three years, as if I were in school.

I'm not wanting and I don't live in a hovel, but if you keep your costs low, you can do what you want to do creatively.

I like talking about things that are taboo, because it makes them not taboo anymore.