I grew up not having very many girl friends. Girls tend to be competitive. I actually went to the school 'Mean Girls' was written about, so you can only imagine what my high school experience was like!
The idea behind a dish - the delight and the surprise - makes a difference. Great literature surprises and delights, and provokes us. It isn't just 'Here's the facts - boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl.' It's how you tell it.
I would love 'Awkward Black Girl' to be on television, with the right team of people who understand and get it. If 'Awkward Black Girl' could make it to HBO starring a dark-skinned black girl, that would be revolutionary.
Some people ask me whether I'm a 'mama's girl' or a 'papa's girl.' I'm nobody's girl. My brother clings to our parents; I'm the one shoving them out the door.
'Penthouse' didn't seem to concentrate as much on the girls' faces, and I really wanted to see the girls' faces. It seems like through the 1980's, they almost went out of their way to obscure the girls' faces.
We call our little girls bossy. Go to a playground; little girls get called bossy all the time - a word that's almost never used for boys - and that leads directly to the problems women face in the workforce.
Beautiful Girl Across the Hall: I locked myself out of my apartment... [pause] Beautiful Girl Across the Hall: ... and it's so late.
The whole series is black-and-white, so when I went to shoot one of the women I only had black-and-white film with me. She had reddish hair and was a very pretty girl, a nice girl.
The Black Panther Party were not revenge nationalists.
Good girls hold their heads high by daylight, Their grace and their virtue soaring with kites, While bad girls slink along in their shame- Everyone stares at them, everyone blames. But those bad girls sleep soundly at night, Ne'er do their conscience...
Freshman Girl: Will you marry me? Dawson: I don't know. What's in it for me? Freshman Girl: Anything you want? Dawson: Anything? Freshman Girl: Anything. Dawson: [opening his mouth wide] Go like this. Do you spit or swallow? Freshman Girl: Whatever y...
[Evelyn is cut off in a parking lot] Evelyn Couch: Hey! I was waiting for that spot! Girl #1: Face it, lady, we're younger and faster! [Evelyn rear-ends the other car six times] Girl #1: What are you *doing*? Girl #2: Are you *crazy*? Evelyn Couch: F...
Little Girl 143: Hello. Who are you? Storm: Professor, we're in trouble! You have to stop Cerebro now! Little Girl 143: Who are you talking to? Storm: [halting Nightcrawler from advancing towards the child] Stop! Don't get close to her. Nightcrawler:...
Where the girls are there are no spider's webs.
Mary, you know I hate parties. My idea of hell is a very large party in a cold room where everybody has to play hockey properly.
I hate parties. And a wedding is the biggest party of all. All the guests arrived and Orpheus is taking a shower. He's always taking a shower when the guests arrive so he doesn't have to greet them. Then I have to greet them.
Isn't life,' she stammered, 'isn't life--' But what life was she couldn't explain. No matter. He quite understood. 'Isn't it, darling?' said Laurie.
It was one thing to sacrifice your own life for someone else's. It was another thing entirely to bring into the mix a third party - a third party who knew you, who trusted you implicitly.
And so the merry party began. It was one of those jolly, happy, bread-crumbling parties where you cough twice before you speak, and then decide not to say it after all.
Are you ready to go to the bedroom?" "I thought you'd never ask." He winked.
Her attachment to language was earthy, physical, and immediate. Pretty words you could eat.
