None of us got where we are solely by pulling ourselves up by our bootstraps. We got here because somebody - a parent a teacher an Ivy League crony or a few nuns - bent down and helped us pick up our boots.

I have a pet lizard named Puff five goldfish - named Pinky Brain Jowels Pearl and Sandy an oscar fish named Chef two pacus an albino African frog named Whitey a bonsai tree four Venus flytraps a fruit fly farm and sea monkeys.

I have a lot of plants and fish and a pet lizard and Venus flytraps. I have a whole ecosystem in my room like a running waterfall and different lights and sensors set on digital timers.

Some mornings it's just not worth chewing through the leather straps.

You have the right to kill me but you don't have the right to judge me. That's life. There's nobility in that. There's focus. It's genuine. It's crystal and it's pure and it's available to everybody so just shut your traps and put down your McDonalds your vaccines your Us Weekly your TMZ and the rest of it.

Kindness and intelligence don't always deliver us from the pitfalls and traps: there are always failures of love of will of imagination. There is no way to take the danger out of human relationships.

Judgment traps you within the limitations of your comparisons. It inhibits freedom.

These women whose antics we smirk at good-naturedly in the pap-traps put themselves out there at least partly on their beauty they are in showbiz and showing what they've got is part of their business as much as it is for male show-ponies from the Chippendales to George Clooney.