I was feeling sorry for myself this morning for some demented reason. All the intelligent people had gone to the ball, and I was left at the office with the dog. Then, I remembered that it is good to be small. Not always, but often people climb the power ladder by surrendering their core beliefs to what is today being called “the establishment.” My mother said the same of modeling. She stuck to local gigs because all the girls she knew who went big-time had to sacrifice their principles. Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose, and a clear conscience is worth more than any part of the proverbial ball of wax.
The moral of the story is, this election season, if you can find anybody who has the courage to run for office and demonstrated tenacity for principles [fill in the blank].
