I Despise In Others My Own Characteristics.

Every Year My Family Would Pile Into The Car For Our Vacation And Drive 80 Trillion Miles Just To Prove We Couldn't Get Along In Any Setting.

Well I Don't Know What The City Of Hollywood Knows About Foreign Policy, But Do I Know That A Lot Of People Do Learn And Educate Themselves About Policy And I Don't Have To Be A Policy Expert To Know That This Will Be A Disaster.

You Get Pigeonholed By What You Sort Of Look Like. And I Don't Mean This In A Self-deprecating Way. I'm Grateful For Any Opportunity To Act. But I Think That If You're Not Classically Attractive Or Mainstream Attractive, Especially As You Get Older, There's Only Like Three Jobs That People Think You Do. Like, "police Officer Who May Be Gay." District Attorney Is A Big One. Lawyer. Doctor.

But Let Me Ask You This Though, First And Foremost: Who's Your Favorite Spice Girl? Mine Is Sporty Spice And I'll Tell You Why. You Know What? She Might Not Be As Aesthetically Pleasant As The Rest But She'll Do A Backflip And Steal Your Heart.

I Guess When Your Heart Gets Broken, You Sort Of Start To See The Cracks In Everything.