- Took everything I had to not add a 666, like a baby.
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Yeah, I guess I have a real resentment
against the archetype of a wallflower or something.
Maybe it's because I was sort of a dysmorphic teenager,
heroin chic,
and it just really felt like, you know
you were supposed to be like this,
and really like waify and shy.
And that was the pinnacle of desirability.
And it's a tragic shame, obviously,
that media encourages that.
It just really means something to me
to tell young girls that it's okay to be fully realized
and that you don't have to be ashamed
if you have an opinion.
We're entitled to a life too.
I make out okay, vis a vis boyfriends and what have you.
It hasn't seemed to really be a problem.
So I'm here to tell the young girls
that, yeah, you can seem like too much and still get some.
I love the LGBTQ community.
Why does it seem like the world is sectioned off in some way
where there's even any sense of categorization?
I mean, I'm never not gonna be in shock
that people think they have a right to dictate
who is or is not allowed to get married,
is one of the most insane things of all time.
I can't believe that as a society
we've decided that it's okay
to say that people get to have an opinion
on who gets to do what in this life,
or make people feel any type of way.
"But I'm a Cheerleader" was a seminal moment for me
that I realized the impact, I guess, of telling stories
in a way where everybody got to feel reflected
in some authentic way.
I'm grateful for that.
Also, I get to go to a lot of really cool Pride parades,
and, you know, such a good time.
I've never cared about one thing in my whole life.
Other than everything.
I might be a little bit done with the past.
I think I'm becoming something of a futurist,
and it's devastating to think of it
strictly as a dystopian landscape.
I think I maintain some sort of willful ignorance
around potential optimism of,
could it be that it would ever be a little bit utopian?
Is that possible?
What's so crazy about "Orange is the New Black"
is it's getting to be almost a decade ago,
and it's very moving that there's this lineage,
or this, I guess, a sisterhood, in a way.
I'm reluctant to use that word,
'cause it makes me think of things that are weird.
I don't like it as a word.
Maybe I don't love the binary of the whole discussion
being about that.
And yet in a show or a season
that's so much about chosen family and chosen mothers,
or the way that sort of the nature of fate
chooses your mothers and your family for you,
it's quite moving to have such touchstones of that.
As a college dropout, it's as close as I think,
what I would have to something,
I imagine that maybe that's what a sorority is like,
or something.
Your friends for life.
To relax and recenter,
I mostly like to ash in ice cream cones.
'Cause I find that an ashtray is too convenient.
So why not get a little ice cream
and ash directly in there?
Oh look, there's some right now.
So, you know, just think of this as an astray.
And what do you do with an astray?
You wanna eat the astray, you know?
Delicious.
At "Pee-wee's Playhouse" when I was a child,
so proud of that show, I ate fake ice cream,
and it tasted like chalk.
But here we are.
I've made it.
And they now give me real ice cream whenever I go to set,
(laughs) 'cause they think I'm insane.
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I think I spaced out a little bit in there.
Or maybe I blacked out.
I'm a blackout thinker, you should know.