Korn Quotes

...and still Eden was avoiding him like he was a Bieber fan at a Korn concert.

Under Colonel Korn's rule, the only people permitted to ask questions were those who never did.

There have been five great kisses since 1642 B.C. when Saul and Delilah Korn's inadvertent discovery swept across Western civilization. (Before then couples hooked thumbs.) And the precise rating of kisses is a terribly difficult thing, often leading to great controversy, because although everyone agrees with the formula of affection times purity times intensity times duration, no one has ever been completely satisfied with how much weight each element should receive. But on any system, there are five that everyone agrees deserve full marks. Well, this one left them all behind.

Under Colonel Korn's rule, the only people permitted to ask questions were those who never did. Soon the only people attending were those who never asked questions, and the sessions were discontinued altogether, since Clevinger, the corporal and Colonel Korn agreed that it was neither possible nor necessary to educate people who never questioned anything.

I really do admire you a bit. You're an intelligent person of great moral character who has taken a very courageous stand. I'm an intelligent person with no moral character at all, so I'm in an ideal position to appreciate it." - Colonel Korn

It was Friday tomorrow and still Eden was avoiding him like he was a Bieber fan at a Korn concert.

...You know, one good apple can spoil the rest,” Colonel Korn concluded with conscious irony.

A heart can only discover what it really wants with experience.

The Germans will be beaten in a few months. And Japan will be beaten a few months after that. If I were to give up my life now, it wouldn't be for my country. It would be for Cathcart and Korn. So I'm turning my bombsight in for the duration. From now on I'm thinking only of me.

The Greatest architecture is building charter

Michael leaned in, his voice turning low and heavy. “And how about me?” I swallowed, still studying my drink. What song described him? What band? That was like trying to pick one food to eat for the rest of your life. “Disturbed,” I said, naming the band and still looking down at the glass. He said nothing. Only remained still before finally sitting back and tipping his drink up to his lips. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach, and I kept my breathing even. “Drowning Pool, Three Days Grace, Five Finger Death Punch,” I continued, “Thousand Foot Krutch, 10 Years, Nothing More, Breaking Benjamin, Papa Roach, Bush…” I paused, exhaling nice and slow despite the way my heart drummed. “Chevelle, Skillet, Garbage, Korn, Trivium, In This Moment…” I drifted off, peace settling over me as I looked up at him. “You’re in everything.

Sometimes they’re useful,” Sadie points out. “Like that guy with a Korn T-shirt who helped me open a jar of pickled radishes in 2018.” “Oh yeah.” I nod. “I remember that.” “Hands down my most profound experience with a man.” “In hindsight, you should have asked him to marry you.” “A missed opportunity.

There’s one kind of writing that’s always easy: Picking out something obviously stupid and reiterating how stupid it obviously is. This is the lowest form of criticism, easily accomplished by anyone. And for most of my life, I have tried to avoid this. In fact, I’ve spend an inordinate amount of time searching for the underrated value in ostensibly stupid things. I understand Turtle’s motivation and I would have watched Medelin in the theater. I read Mary Worth every day for a decade. I’ve seen Korn in concert three times and liked them once. I went to The Day After Tomorrow on opening night. I own a very expensive robot that doesn’t do anything. I am open to the possibility that everyting has metaphorical merit, and I see no point in sardonically attacking the most predictable failures within any culture.

Group headquarters was alarmed, for there is no telling what people might find out once they felt felt free to ask whatever questions they wanted to. Colonel Cathcart sent Colonel Korn to stop it, and Colonel Korn succeeded with a rule governing the asking of questions. Colonel Korn's rule was a stroke of genius, Colonel Korn explained in his report to Colonel Cathcart. Under Colonel Corn's rule the only people permitted to ask questions were those who never did. Soon the only people attending [sessions] were those who never asked questions, and the sessions were discontinued altogether, since Clevinger, the corporal and Colonel Korn agreed that it was neither possible nor necessary to educate people who never questioned anything.

Colonel Korn agreed that it was neither possible nor necessary to educate people who never questioned anything.

Drowning Pool, Three Days Grace, Five Finger Death Punch,” I continued, “Thousand Foot Krutch, 10 Years, Nothing More, Breaking Benjamin, Papa Roach, Bush…” I paused, exhaling nice and slow despite the way my heart drummed. “Chevelle, Skillet, Garbage, Korn, Trivium, In This Moment…” I drifted off, peace settling over me as I looked up at him. “You’re in everything.

They began to invent humourless, glum jokes of their own and disastrous rumours about the destruction awaiting them at Bologna. Yossarian sidled up drunkenly to Colonel Korn at the officers' club one night to kid with him about the new Lepage gun that the Germans had moved in. 'What Lepage gun?' Colonle Korn inquired with curiousity. 'The new three-hundred-and-forty-four-millimeter Lepage glue gun,' Yossarian answered. 'It glues a whole formation of planes together in mid-air.' Colonel Korn jerked his elbow free from Yossarian's clutching fingers in startled affront. 'Let go of me, you idiot!' he cried out furiously, glaring with vindictive approval as Nately leaped upon Yossarian's back and pulled him away. 'Who is that lunatic anyway?' Colonel Cathcart chortled merrily. 'That's the man you made me give a medal to after Ferrara. You had me promote him to captain, too, remember? It serves you right.' Nately was lighter than Yossarian and had great difficulty maneuvering Yossarian's luching bulk across the room to an unoccupied table. 'Are you crazy?' Nately kept hissing with trepidation. 'That was Colonel Korn. Are you crazy?' Yossarian wanted another drink and promised to leave quietly if Nately bought him one. Then he made Nately bring him two more. When Nately finally coaxed him to the door, Captain Black came stomping in from outside, banging his sloshing shoes down hard on the wood floor and spilling water from his eaves like a high roof. 'Boy, are you bastards in for it!' he announced exuberantly, splashing away from the puddle forming at his feet. 'I just got a call from Colonel Korn. Do you know what they've got waiting for you at Bologna? Ha! Ha! They've got the new Lepage glue gun. It glues a whole formation of planes together in mid-air.' 'My God, it's true!' Yossarian shrieked, and collapsed against Nately in terror.

That’s my trouble, you know,” Yossarian mused sympathetically, folding his arms. “Between me and every ideal I always find Scheisskopfs, Peckems, Korns and Cathcarts. And that sort of changes the ideal.

Only as I approached adulthood did I realize that life is a process of continual becoming.

It must grieve God’s heart when he sees Christians fighting about whose doctrine is right; he doesn’t see denominations, he sees one big glorious bride. When Christians argue about doctrinal issues, all he sees is carnal people acting like children. All that prideful, controlling religious crap is what drives young people away from churches, and it has to go. Much of the world’s population is under the age of eighteen, and we have to bring the love of Christ to them without all this controlling crap going on. Because, where the spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.

Lose Yourself—Eminem Monsters—Shinedown Dear God—XTC Down with the Sickness—Disturbed Love and War—Fleurie Headstrong—Trapt I Want It That Way—Backstreet Boys Sober—Tool Angels Fall—Breaking Benjamin Black is the Soul—Korn Polyamorous—Breaking Benjamin Best Thing I Never Had—Beyoncé Bed of Lies—Nicki Minaj ft Skylar Grey Apologize—Timbaland ft OneRepublic Spastik—Plastikman Basiel—Amelie Lens Oh Bondage! Up Yours!—X Ray Spex Open Your Eyes—Disturbed Bring Me to Life—Evanescence So What—Pink Light My Fire—The Doors

A ship in the harbor is safe, but that's not what ships are built for. ~ John Augustus Shedd

I was becoming aware that a good life was not some Shangri-La waiting to be stumbled upon. One constructed it from the materials at hand.

Ihr seid geschaffen aus der schwarzen Erde unserer Acker. Euer Atem ist der Steppenwind, eure Haut hat die Farbe des reifen Korns, und eure Adern durchströmt der Große Fluss

Under Colonel Korn’s rule, the only people permitted to ask questions were those who never did.

Yossarian nodded and listened to Milo tell him that the decent thing to do if he did not like the way Colonel Cathcart and Colonel Korn were running the group was to go to Russia, instead of stirring up trouble. Yossarian refrained from pointing out that Colonel Cathcart, Colonel Korn, and Milo could all go to Russia if they did not like the way he was stirring up trouble.

Colonel Korn’s rule was a stroke of genius, Colonel Korn explained in his report to Colonel Cathcart. Under Colonel Korn’s rule, the only people permitted to ask questions were those who never did. Soon the only people attending were those who never asked questions, and the sessions were discontinued altogether, since Clevinger, the corporal and Colonel Korn agreed that it was neither possible nor necessary to educate people who never questioned anything. Colonel

—Es difícil hablar de Silvina, porque una cuenta las anécdotas y parece una tarada. Ella parece una tarada, yo parezco una tarada; y sin embargo, Silvina era genial, pero es difícil explicar por qué. Había que escucharla, qué sé yo —dice Francis Korn.

People are afraid of what they don't understand. Put a name on someone, come up with a set of rules that you think defines them, and you can understand them. Nothing more to fear. But the problem is you still don't understand, you just think you do." --Vox Dyer

THERE HAVE BEEN five great kisses since 1642 B.C., when Saul and Delilah Korn's inadvertent discovery swept across Western civilization. (Before then couples hooked thumbs.) And the precise rating of kisses is a terribly difficult thing, often leading to great controversy, because although everyone agrees with the formula of affection times purity times intensity times duration, no one has ever been completely satisfied with how much weight each element should receive. But on any system, there are five that everyone agrees deserve full marks.

But then one day I finally realized that screaming at God and begging him to take away my pain wasn’t going work. So I completely surrendered myself and stopped fighting him and I asked him what he wanted me to do. He said: JUST WORSHIP ME. PRAISE ME AND WORSHIP ME THROUGH THE PAIN. And

I had a lot of Hell that God needed to squeeze out of me, and believe me, sometimes when the Hell leaves you it screams at God on the way out. And when the pain from your past leaves you, sometimes you have to feel it again on the way out. There's nothing we can say or do that can separate us from God's love.

skilled manual work offered spiritual rewards to which academic institutions and my parent’s social milieu were oblivious.

Wer einmal die Silhouette von Istanbul gesehen hat, weiß um die gestalterische Kraft, die in der islamischen Architektur wirkt.

The Walk of the Spirit—the Walk of Power by Dave Roberson

Yossarian nodded and listened to Milo tell him that the decent thing to do if he did not like the way Colonel Cathcart and Colonel Korn were running the group was to go to Russia, instead of stirring up trouble. Yossarian refrained from pointing out that Colonel Cathcart, Colonel Korn, and Milo could all go to Russia if they did not like the way he was stirring up trouble

I try not to think of that,” Major Danby admitted frankly. “I try to concentrate on only the big result and to forget that they are succeeding, too. I try to pretend that they are not significant.” “That’s my trouble, you know,” Yossarian mused sympathetically, folding his arms. “Between me and every ideal I always find Scheisskopfs, Peckems, Korns and Cathcarts. And that sort of changes the ideal.

In the workshop, wishing won't make it so. The craftsman is forced to come to terms with the physical properties of materials, the mechanical properties of tools, and the real capacity and limits of his own dexterity, discipline and imagination. In this way, craft's materiality imposes cooperation on the sometimes discordant factions of the mind. By necessity, it reconciles the desire to interpret the world in ways that are emotionally gratifying with the countervailing need for accurate information to facilitate effective decisions. Thus the holistic quality of craft lies not only in engaging the whole person but also in harmonising his understanding of himself in the world.

Every man-made thing, be it a chair, a text, or a school, is thought made substance. It is the expression of someone's, or some groups, ideas and beliefs. The two-hundred year old double hung, six light sash window in the wall opposite my desk, out of which I am looking at this moment embodies ideas about houses and how we should live in them, tools, technologies, standards of craftsmanship, nature and much else. It is a material manifestation of the collective consciousness of its time and place channeled through the individuals who commissioned and made it".

But what are we going to do?" Colonel Cathcart exclaimed with distress. "The others are all waiting outside." "Why don't we give him a medal?" Colonel Korn proposed. "For going around twice? What can we give him a medal for?" "For goung around twice," Colonel Korn answered with a reflective, self-satisfied smile. "After all, I suppose it did take a lot of courage to go over the target a second time with no other planes around to divert the antiaircraft fire. And he did hit the bridge. You know, that might be the answer—to act boastfully about something we ought to be ashamed of. That's a trick that never seems to fail.

People have asked me, “What’s your favorite part about your ministry to your fans?” My favorite part is that Jesus shows up and shows off. So why not go back to KoRn and hang out with these people? Didn’t Jesus leave all his perfection and beauty from his spiritual paradise at home as a King on his throne to come to the earth to hang out with us dirty, lying, cheating, messed-up, selfish humans? Are any of us better than the fans at KoRn concerts? No! Every single human being on the planet is just as in need of God’s love as the next. We all need Jesus, and my mind has been thoroughly blown away by the fact that I was chosen for this extremely unique call into the metal scene.

There was a battle in my brain—in my soul—and I wasn’t sure who I was going to let win. This wasn’t the drugs talking to me; this was something different. It was almost like—well, it sounds weird—but it was almost like God and the devil were fighting over my soul. Like it was spiritual fight for my life, but it was up to me to make the final choice.

It was time for God to do all the work, and it was time for me to be quiet. That’s what got me through those dark times. Because God inhabits the praises of his people (Psalm 22:3), and he was right there with me the whole time. He taught me that the only thing I needed to do was be still and quiet while the pain surfaced, and then I could just cry it away.

Group Headquarters was alarmed, for there was no telling what people might find out once they felt free to ask whatever questions they wanted to. Colonel Cathcart sent Colonel Korn to stop it, and Colonel Korn succeeded with a rule governing the asking of questions. Colonel Korn's rule was a stroke of genius, Colonel Korn explained in his report to Colonel Cathcart. Under Colonel Korn's rule, the only people permitted to ask questions were those who never did. Soon the only people attending were those who never asked questions, and the sessions were discontinued altogether, since Clevinger, the corporal and Colonel Korn agreed that it was neither possible nor necessary to educate people who never questioned anything.

—and we have to send you home. Just do a few little things for us, and—“ “What sort of things?” Yossarian interrupted with belligerent misgiving. “Oh, tiny, insignificant things. Really, this is a very generous deal we’re making with you. We will issue orders returning you to the States—really, we will—and all you have to do in return is...” “What? What must I do?” Colonel Korn laughed curtly. “Like us.” Yossarian blinked. “Like you?” “Like us.” “Like you?” “That’s right,” said Colonel Korn, nodding, gratified immeasurably by Yossarian’s guileless surprise and bewilderment. “Like us. Join us. Be our pal. Say nice things about us here and back in the States. Become one of the boys. Now, that isn’t asking too much, is it?” “You just want me to like you? Is that all?” “That’s all.” “That’s all?” “Just find it in your heart to like us.” Yossarian wanted to laugh confidently when he saw with amazement that Colonel Korn was telling the truth. “That isn’t going to be too easy,” he sneered.

I flera hundra år hade hans förfäder sått säd. Det var en handling av andakt en tyst och mild, vindlös kväll, helst i ett litet beskedligt duggregn, helst så snart som möjligt efter det grågässen sträckt. Potatisen, det var en ny rotfrukt, det var inget mystiskt med den, inget religiöst, kvinnfolk och barn kunde vara med och sätta dessa jordpäron som kom från främmande land liksom kaffet, det var stor och präktig mat, men släkt med rovan. Säden, det var brödet. Säd eller icke säd, det var liv eller död. Isak gick barhuvad och sådde i Jesu namn. Han var som en vedkubb med händer på, men inom sig var han som ett barn. Han tänkte sig för vid varje kast, han var vänlig och undergiven. Se, nu gror nog dessa korn och blir ax och mera säd, och likadant är det över hela jorden när säd sås. I Palestina, i Amerika, i Gudbrandsdalen - å, vad världen var vid, och den lilla, lilla jordlapp som Isak gick och sådde låg i mitten av allt. Solfjädrar av säd strålade ut från hans hand. Himlen var mulen och blid, det såg ut att dra ihop sig till ett litet, litet duggregn.

As soon as I got an editor title I was met with raised eyebrows from peers and people older than me. I don’t think that men face this challenge; what I’ve observed is that men in my industry who get ahead early are called trailblazers, while women who get ahead early are simply not taken seriously. The messaging is confusing: we’re repeatedly told we should want to look young. Our culture is, in fact, obsessed with it; the global antiaging industry was valued at 250 billion dollars in 2016 and has grown year over year ever since. But if we do look young, and furthermore if we are young, we’re treated like we don’t know anything. For a culture that is so preoccupied with maintaining female youth, we certainly have quite a few parameters around what kind of power that youth is allowed to access.

took a triumphant breath. He had managed to make Korne fall into heresy. Now it would be easy

I varje saga finns ett korn av sanning.

My reaction on being told that I had cancer was not what I might have expected. I was relieved to finally know what I had to deal with and calm at the possibility of fading away. It seemed to me I had already lived a full life, like a well-plotted novel that reaches a satisfactory conclusion. I had known deep friendship, true love, loss, and sorrow. I had felt at one with nature and at home in the city. And, critically, I had discovered both a creative capacity within myself and inner discipline to put it to work. I had become a whole person.

You'll never see me fall from grace.

skjøndt de ikke blot vare unyttige, men i mindre Kirker endog paa Grund af deres Størrelse meget forstyrrende. De ere derfor ogsaa for det Meste forsvundne, hvor de have været, og da Chorskranken i Korning nu (1890) var temmelig forfalden og maatte restaureres, blev den tillige efter Præstens Ønske flyttet hen til Kirkens vestre Endevæg lige over for Altret, hvorved hele Kirkens Udseende har vundet en Del, og ogsaa Monumentet — takket være Professor Magnus Petersens fortrinlige Restauration — er kommet til at gjøre en smuk Virkning. Efter Indskrifttavlens Angivelse

Self harm or suicide is never the answer. Don't let the haters win.

He had a lot of hell to squeeze out of me, and believe me—when the hell leaves you, sometimes it screams at God on the way out. And when the pain from your past leaves you, sometimes you have to feel it again on the way out.

This sacred building was the first great Christian church ever built, its construction taking place even before the echo of the momentous edict of .-uu. 313 had faded.

When I look at a piece of furniture from across a room, I see form, style, scale, context, and intended use. As I approach it, I distinguish material, joinery, and proportions. When I get close enough to touch it, I take in details such as hardware, textures, finish, edge treatments, wood grain, quality, and comfort.

Sitting at home that day and listening to her singing, I was thinking about how amazing she was. I was thinking about how she was the cutest person in the world, and how hard it would be to leave her to go back on tour that fall. Then I heard what she was singing. It was a Korn song called “A.D.I.D.A.S.,” which stands for “All Day I Dream About Sex.” These words were coming out of my five-year-old little girl’s mouth, and I knew right then that something had to change.

I also wrote some song lyrics while I was there, and I really felt like God was leading me to write a prophetic song to 50 Cent. One thing to keep in mind before you read these lyrics is that while I believe these words were inspired by God, written through me, to 50 Cent, more importantly I believe the words carry a message to everyone else in this generation, including myself. A message straight to us from God’s heart. Here are some of the lyrics to a song I wound up calling “A Cheap Name”: Wisdom comes through suffering Tell me why’d you let him give you a cheap name? It’s time to come home Playtime’s over now

There have been five great kisses since 1642 B.C, when Saul and Delilah Korn's inadvertent discovery swept across Western civilization. (Before that couples hooked thumbs). And the precise rating of kisses is a terribly difficult thing, often leading to great controversy, because although everyone agrees with the formula of affection times purity times intensity times duration, no one has ever been completely satisfied with how much weight each element should receive. But on any system, there are five that everyone agrees deserve full marks. Well, this one left them all behind.

Life is hard in the days, but in the decades, the creator surges ahead from connecting the dots. Three decades of research by Korn Ferry7 shows that learning agility is the single-best predictor of career success, not grades or college pedigrees.

Era absurdo llevar corsé cuando a una se le podían contar las costillas. Bastaba y sobraba con ceñirse el cinturón del holgado vestido.

The unfortunate truth is that climate change is coming for us faster than equal rights are.

She realized that it wasn’t enough to assume the things you wanted would happen; you had to make them happen. The things that she wanted were hers for the taking, or not taking, but either way, action and choice were imperative. Passivity would never yield the intended results.

as a woman, believing in yourself sometimes had to be enough.

It’s not like men have made the world better.

If we’re going to make it out alive, women must stop hesitating, and start claiming.

Every generation thinks the world is ending,

There was Hitler, Mussolini and Tojo, for example, and they were all out to kill him. There was Lieutenant Scheisskopf with his fanaticism for parades and there was the bloated colonel with his big fat mustache and his fanaticism for retribution, and they wanted to kill him, too. There was Appleby, Havermeyer, Black and Korn. There was Nurse Cramer and Nurse Duckett, who he was almost certain wanted him dead, and there was the Texan and the C.I.D. man, about whom he had no doubt. There were bartenders, bricklayers and bus conductors all over the world who wanted him dead, landlords and tenants, traitors and patriots, lynchers, leeches and lackeys, and they were all out to bump him off.

there are three different contexts in which one can participate in a creative field. For shorthand, I call them the first-person, second-person, and third-person voices. You

Herr Bohnsack comienza con un chiste, que contó en un almuerzo allá por 1980 ante un grupo de colegas en un restaurante reservado a los altos cuadros de la Stasi. Se reclina en su silla y sonríe, como el que se regocija en su secretito. —Estados Unidos, la Unión Soviética y la RDA quieren sacar a flote el Titanic —dice arqueando las cejas—. Estados Unidos quiere las joyas que se supone que deben estar en la caja fuerte. Los soviéticos quieren la tecnología más puntera, y la RDA… —se bebe lo que le queda de Korn, a modo de pausa dramática— la RDA quiere a la banda que tocaba mientras se hundía.

According to research by Korn/Ferry International, “Learning agility is a leading predictor of leadership success today—more reliable than IQ, EQ [emotional intelligence] or even leadership competencies.

The USA, the Soviet Union and the GDR want to raise the Titanic,’ he says, lifting his eyebrows. ‘The USA wants the jewels presumed to be in the safe,’ he nods, ‘the Soviets are after the state-of-the-art technology; and the GDR’—he downs his Korn for dramatic pause—‘the GDR wants the band that played as it went down.

People are afraid of what they don't understand. Put a name on someone, come up with a set of rules that you think defines them, and you can understand them. Nothing more to fear. But the problem is you still don't understand, you just think you do. --Vox Dyer

Under Colonel Korn’s rule, the only people permitted to ask questions were those who never did.

the corporal and Colonel Korn agreed that it was neither possible nor necessary to educate people who never questioned anything.

proceeds from the conviction that if the individual temporarily abandons human will and so allows himself to be guided by nature,

There are certain male figures we were just told to believe in, to trust. Our rock gods. Our politicians. Our medical professionals. A cornerstone of reaching adult womanhood is realizing that this is a myth—that men, no matter what their profession or how deeply their work speaks to you, can be dangerous.

Equality is only scary if you have to give up power to attain it.

the sociopolitical progress made under Obama turned out to be not as widely celebrated as those of us living in progressive bubbles liked to believe - bubbles that were popped in 2016, when we were all so sure we were about to witness the election of the first-ever female president... Trump was the embodiment of every guy who had ever assaulted me or bullied me or harassed me, and he was being taken seriously.

But really, according to the feedback I got from the world at large, I'd been too young for every single step of my career except when I was an assistance in my early twenties... I don't think that men face this challenge; what I've observed is that men in my industry who get ahead early are called trailblazers, while women who get ahead early are simply not taken seriously. The messaging is confusing: we're repeatedly told we should want to look young... But if we do look young, and furthermore, if we are young, we're treated like we don't know anything. For a culture that is so preoccupied with maintaining female youth, we certainly have quite a few parameters around what kind of power that youth is allowed to access.

Thinness, then, was idealized for me because it represented not having needs - not just nutritional ones but the need for support from other people. As someone who has always been obsessed with the idea of being totally independent, this, in a twisted way, was the embodiment of what I thought the shape of my life was supposed to be.

I've also learned that culturally there's no "right" way to be an ambitious women. We don't have a lot of models for young female leadership, and many people's first instinct is to be suspicious of that kind of drive. I've never heard about any of my male coworkers being called entitled when asking for more money. I think if anything it probably gains them respect.

It's as though intellectualizing of body politics isn't enough to conquer the dominant cultural messaging we're constantly barraged with. It's especially not enough when that messaging is validated by real-life personal experiences - like how people talk to you about your body... It's one thing to objectively understand that your value is independent of how thin you are, but when people around you still struggle to disentangle thinness from attractiveness, it's hard to keep in mind.

Generations before us, women fought for the right to wear pants. Now we need to make sure those pants don't make us want to starve, don't punish us for eating a nice big lunch, and can be worn by all of us. The argument, really, is that we need clothes more befitting of women who are trying their damnedest to live their best lives while changing the world in the process... And if low-rise jeans really do become cool again, I'll have no problem sitting it out.

I'd been led to believe that notoriety is the ultimate aspiration, but the truth of the matter was I had been running a company as though it were mine when I didn't own a single piece of it. I had made positive change, but when you strip all the pretense away - the things our culture says makes you an empowered woman - what's left? Who are we, as contemporary feminists, without capitalism?

I was well aware that I had major, intensely physical crushes on girls... but it felt totally separate from who I was, a subtext that I didn't realize informed the plot.

I'm heaviest when I'm happy. This is true for most women I know. Happy weight happens when you're in love and you stop worrying so much about how good you look because you're so distracted by how good you feel... it has terrible connotations. It signifies that you've let yourself go... I think the key for me has been not necessarily "letting myself go" but letting go of the things that are holding me back - like the idea that if you pretend to not have needs, the needs will go away. They don't, of course; needs that you put on hold will show up disguised as other needs.

In our current political landscape, when there are more men accused of sexual assault on the Supreme Court than there are women of color, this can seem superficial. It's just fashion, after all - surely there are more important things to worry about, like, um, our fundamental rights over our own bodies. But how you clothe your body is a right, too.

the only way out was through... That was the only way to open the door to real change, too - not quietly, not out the back, but with everyone watching.

When people complain about something they don't like about themselves and it's something I also have but never really paid attention to or felt bad about, suddenly I wonder if I should feel bad about it. Then I fixate on it and berate myself for not noticing and worry about how people saw me.

under patriarchy whiteness is read as a neutral identity, as is heterosexuality and skinniness...

This is a book about what happens when you put your own well-being on hold to achieve a version of success that you think you’re supposed to want, and how I finally was able to see—and then escape—the confines of perfection.

And that was when Korn fell in love with it. In the same music that caused others so much joy, Korn heard only Beethoven’s anguish and pain. And he reveled it.

Korn… Not on your life. To this day I’ve seen them perform live seven times.

Hypothetical global chaos had more appeal than the slow-burn anxiety of going through the motions of normalcy when you knew, in no uncertain terms, that the world was actually going to shit.

Reggie’s was more complicated, as nicknames sometimes are. His first nickname started from me and a couple of friends back in Bako making fun of his big cheeks and big teeth by calling him “Gopher.” He obviously didn’t like that, so we made up this word, “Gar,” and to us it meant “Gopher,” so that’s what we started calling him under our breath. But then he found out what that meant. He was kinda fat back then, so we added “-field” to the end of it and started calling him “Garfield,” like the overweight cartoon cat. Eventually, the “Gar” got dropped and we wound up calling him “Fieldy.

I put my playlist on shuffle mode and it’s giving my emotions whiplash. Songs bounce from Bad Omens, Eminem, Dolly Parton, Korn, to Sam Tinnesz.  One of the nice things about letting my clients choose the music during their sessions is I’ve been introduced to a lot of artists I might not have heard of otherwise. I’ve got one hell of an eclectic compilation rocking through my studio because of it.

There is no need to trouble ourselves trying to figure out the purpose or the precise meaning of life. Instead we should just accept our gift, and do so with gratitude.

Richey James, the band’s resident depressive and ropey rhythm guitarist, is less enthusiastic, despite appearing quite content. “I never find it exciting to go anywhere,” he shrugs. “You get much more true information from literature than from travelling. Like, if I want to know about France, I’ll buy the book.

I had about 40 different nicknames, and I hated it, but I still thought I was better than the rest, because I was caring, sensitive and intelligent, and they weren’t!