Yes, I am complimented on my work in Kids in the Hall once or twice a week. It's a nice feeling.
I work hard and I will always work hard. But I feel very lucky with the way that it has all come together.
When you discover your mission, you will feel its demand. It will fill you with enthusiasm and a burning desire to get to work on it.
You don't want to get stuck with a record that you've done with someone that you feel obligated to put out - that's not really dope, just because you made an effort to get together and work.
It should be natural, and that's how I like women to look. I like them to feel comfortable and look organic.
Maybe in past years, perhaps women didn't feel quite as comfortable with revealing themselves, and their skills and their crafts... and now we are, so we're out there, just like the guys.
Generally my feeling is that I think women are just in a universal way coming out, coming to their own more. And they have more opportunity, and basically we're equal.
Anyone who has read a Trollope novel knows that women did not have to wait until 1960 to feel trapped.
Becoming a CoverGirl is truly an honor and a gift. It opens up a new platform for me to inspire women to feel stronger, braver and more beautiful inside and out.
Guys don't really don't wanna hear if it's really smart, and women feel uncomfortable if you reveal stuff they're going to have to remember they did themselves.
I'm afraid I'm not sufficiently inhibited about the things that other women are inhibited about for me. They feel that you've given away trade secrets.
There is absolutely a gap in the market for thirty something women and, the more I look at it, the more I feel there needs to be a sense of ease and choice.
If I can just see the European war out I think I might feel justified in quitting the war.
I think soldiers are not just one homogenous group, just like Americans aren't. They all have different feelings about the war.
Above all, you must fight conceit, envy, and every kind of ill-feeling in your heart.
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