Baker, Baker, Can You Explain, If Truly

I Don't Mind A Dirty Girl. But What I Find Tragic Is When We, As Women, Become Not The Subject Of Our Own Story But Someone Else's Object.

Your Apocalypse Was Fab.

Musically, I Always Allow Myself To Jump Off Of Cliffs. At Least That's What It Feels Like To Me. Whether That's What It Actually Sounds Like Might Depend On What The Listener Brings To The Songs.

I Don't Know What A Shrink Would Call Me. I Don't Want To Know.

Women Must Understand That Simply Attacking Or Hating Men Is Just Another Form Of Disempowerment. A Woman Has To Realize That When She Makes A Man Crawl It Doesn't Give Her Power.