I don't understand American football at all. It looks like all-in wrestling with crash helmets.
I can't fly a flag for monogamy or whatever the opposite is; it depends on the person and on the situation.
I can't really change my life to accommodate people who are jealous. I don't see why I should.
I try to give the media as many confusing images as I can to retain my freedom. What's real is for my children and the people I live with.
I've never lost perspective on who I am. Well, maybe briefly, but generally I'm pretty balanced.
I exist in a state of almost perpetual hysteria.