How Do We Let People Pay For

When I Find Myself Having To Share A Meal With Someone Who Simply Wants To Complain About The World, I Almost Feel Myself Wanting To Crawl Out Of My Skin And Just Sort Of Scurry Away. But Being Able To Pick Up On That Stuff And Being Able To Easily Identify The People Walking Towards The Light Instead Of Walking Towards The Darkness, That's A Skill I'm Very, Very Glad To See Growing In Myself.

I Had A Real Come-to-jesus A Couple Of Years Ago When I Started To See The Direct Line Between Feminism And Everything Else - Feminism And Climate Change, Feminism And Poverty, Feminism And Hunger - And It Was Almost Like I Was Born Again And Started Walking Down The Street And Was Like, "oh, My God, There Are Women Everywhere! They're Just Everywhere You Look. There's Women All Over The Place!"

I Feel Like If I Were To Play The Game Completely And Just Get Myself In A Giant Bottle Of Nail Polish And Put Myself On Display, I Would Feel Like I Had Somehow Cosmically Lost. I Feel Like I'm Taking A Bunch Of The Ingredients And Using Some Of Them But Not All Of Them And Shuffling Around And Making People Think I'm Doing My Job.

I Hate Being Ignored.

I Think I Can Define My Entire Life, Virtuosity And Business Philosophy Down To The Core Fundamental That I Absolutely Hate Being Told What To Do. But Like Any Artist Or Any Human Being Out There, I Desperately Want To Be Loved, And I Spend My Entire Life Trying To Balance Those Two Facts.