I barely watch TV. Somehow, I make it work with just the Internet. On TV, there's always so much crap, and you have to flip around.
I'd watch my parents work and think, 'Yeah, I'm going to do that.' It wasn't even a thing. It's the only thing I know how to do.
I work with kids, and I see certain things, so I realize now why my mother was so horrified and overprotective of everything that I watched.
When you get to work with people like Ian McKellen or directors like Peter Jackson, you sit and watch.
My mother and I used to watch 'Maude,' and I think she loved 'Maude' because my mother wanted to see strong women out there with a voice.
Women's stories are valid, and they need to be developed in a way that appeals to a broader audience. And what is 'women's television' other than TV that women would enjoy watching?
Just as young people absorb all kinds of messages from the media, young girls learn what it means to be a woman by watching the older women in their lives.
Women didn't want to watch other women on television because they were jealous of their husbands' diverted attention.
" she cried out. She would have a fresh bruise there by the time she went to sleep, somewhere out at sea. she told herself, Syrio stepped back. "You are dead now." Arya made a face. "You cheated," she said hotly. "You said left and you went right." "...
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