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All I Can Say Is That When Millions Of Plastic Dolls Of You Are Being Sold Each Day And An Equal Number Of Teenage Boys Are Masturbating Over You Each Night, It's Bound To Do Something Screwy To Your Psyche.

It's Very Good To Get Through Them (drugs) While You're Still Young And Then Talk About How Great Or Bad It Was For The Rest Of Your Life.

Don't You See? We've Become Smart Enough To Justify Stupid Behavior. Like, 'i'm Angry At Him And I Didn't Express It, So I Turned My Anger Inward And Now It's Depression, So In Order To Feel Good Again, What I Should Do Is Call Him And Express My Anger.' It's Like, If We Can Make It Sound Smart Enough, We're Allowed To Do Stupid Things.

I Probably Have More Male Friends That Talk About Us In A Way That Doesn't Thrill Me. I Sometimes Get A Bit Surprised When Females Talk Like That Around Men.

The Only Thing Worse Than Being Hurt Is Everyone Knowing That You're Hurt.