I used to have trust with reporters. Give them scoops. Those were the old days. It's very strange when you give a story and it doesn't come out the right way.

We are constantly protecting the male ego and it's a disservice to men. If a man has any sensitivity or intelligence he wants to get the straight scoop from his girlfriend.

I worked at an ice cream parlor called Chadwicks. We wore old-timey outfits and had to bang a drum play a kazoo and sing 'Happy Birthday' to people while giving them free birthday sundaes. Lots of ice cream scooping and $1 tips.

Oh literature oh the glorious Art how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us and chucks us aside. Alas!