Sure my childhood was unusual. All these eccentric wild people frequented our home: rock stars drag queens models bikers freaks. But I was not this little rich girl. My mom and I lived in an apartment.

My mom would put me in these preppy little suits and slick my hair to the side. I have these baby pictures of me where I'm this little preppy kid with a sweater tied around my neck.

It's about getting the kids up and fed getting one to school getting the other down for a nap going to the grocery store picking one up from school getting the other one down for another nap cooking dinner... I live my life at these two extremes. I'm either a full-time stay-at-home mom or a full-time actress.

Injustice poverty slavery ignorance - these may be cured by reform or revolution. But men do not live only by fighting evils. They live by positive goals individual and collective a vast variety of them seldom predictable at times incompatible.

Women's fashion is a subtle form of bondage. It's men's way of binding them. We put them in these tight high-heeled shoes we make them wear these tight clothes and we say they look sexy. But they're actually tied up.

The production of children the nurture of those born and the daily life of men of these matters woman is visibly the cause.

I love being a woman and I was not one of these women who rose through professional life by wearing men's clothes or looking masculine. I loved wearing bright colors and being who I am.

Some men never feel small but these are the few men who are.

Men would live exceedingly quiet if these two words mine and thine were taken away.

These people are very unskilled in arms... with 50 men they could all be subjected and made to do all that one wished.