I Want To Be Happy. I Want

I Think The Internet Really Sussed Things Into Perspective. Because Twelve Years Ago, I Could Spend My Days On Writing And Running My Band And Touring And Making Posters And Practicing With My Band And Working On My Vocals, But I Didn't Spend A Large Pie Chart Of My Time Sifting Through Criticism As Well, And Nowadays I Do, And All Female Artists Do, Because To Be Able To Promote Your Work, You Need To Live In Those Spaces.

I've Always Felt Like An Outsider Across The Board, Since Day One. The Challenge Has Been To Simply Not Pay Attention To My Outsider Or Insider Status And Just Do The Work And Play The Shows And Connect With The People. And Not Even Bother To Play This Game Of Keeping Score, Which Is What Destroys You.

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.

In Both The Art And The Business Worlds, The Difference Between The Amateurs And The Professionals Is Simple: The Professionals Know They're Winging It. The Amateurs Pretend They're Not.

In Other Words, Let's Give Our Young Women The Right Weapons To Fight With As They Charge Naked Into Battle, Instead Of Ordering Them To Get Back In The House And Put Some Goddamn Clothes On.