In this empirical experiment of life

I feel like the best headache survivor...It was nasty. It was terrible. It was mind-altering.

I feel like there are some who may wish that being successful and musically or artistically gifted is inherently better than being a patriarchal religious figure...oh whatever. I understand not everyone had the experience of watching S. Jhally's Dreamworlds in an auditorium full of crying young women at a southern all-women's college where there was excitement about father-daughter dances and "RINGFINGER" (or ring figure)

Later we talked about how the documentary was "somewhat manipulative" in a communications class. Nevertheless...