For just once in my life, I’d like to get through a whole week without having to deal with some fool, white or black, who’s got an attitude about the way I look.
A lot of punk rock is not going to be in the mainstream. It’s below the radar. The beauty of it is that you’re not supposed to always know. It’s subterranean.
The whole notion of sanity may be an attempt to medicalize morality – to speak of the good in the language of health: to make us more accurate, more scientific in our wanting – but by the same token it becomes a form of moral blackmail.
I have the good fortune of knowing both John McCain and Donald Trump well, both men have more in common than the today’s media hype would have you believe. Both blazed trails in their careers and love our great nation.
Since the age of 15 poetry has been my ruling passion and I have never intentionally undertaken any task or formed any relationship that seemed inconsistent with poetic principles; which has sometimes won me the reputation of an eccentric.
You know what it would just be amazing to be remembered, you know like a mum telling a daughter ‘the boyband of my time, One Direction, they just had fun and they’re just normal guys but terrible, terrible dancers.’
As women, we all face our own unique challenges, but we stand together on these steps today as a symbol of our determination and our commitment to progress.
