Punk was over in two years. That was the only damn good thing about it.
Gluttony and idleness are two of life's great joys, but they are not honourable.
Being a child is horrible. It is slightly better than being a tree or a piece of heavy machinery but not half as good as being a domestic cat.
I don't really care what people tell children - when you believe in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy, one more fib won't hurt. But I am infuriated by the growing notion, posited in some touchy-feely quarters, that all women are, or can be, beautiful.
Fame is no sanctuary from the passing of youth... suicide is much easier and more acceptable in Hollywood than growing old gracefully.
Covering up, so far as I can see, is often the accompaniment to far more truly shameful behaviour than stripping off.
Having 'best friends' is - at least for me - as outdated and small-minded a concept as the idea of 'Sunday best clothes.'
Families, generally, suck. And I say that as someone who, like my husband, had parents who proved the proverbial exception to the rule.
