It doesn’t feel that way. They sought out the documentation, and it’s on their terms. There is a point in the film where Debbie does not want to be on camera, so the cameras do not go into the house with them.

There was a quote, or interview (I think it was this film actually), where Debbie said “who will take care of her when I’m gone?”

It wasn’t the speech itself, it was some comments she made backstage right after her win.

I have The WORST hay fever... and the really unfortunate thing is I LOVE being outside.

I have never been one to have a lot of friends. I have always been “a bitch.” Even as a child. I speak my mind and have never stood for ignorance or intolerance and that has made me unlikable to many people. I like it this way because I don’t feel an obligation to be nice about things that piss me off.

I would be friends with you because then we could tag team. That’s exactly how I do it.

You win.

This isn’t my story—it’s my best friend from high school’s...

Haha, that's exactly why I love it. It reminds me of Pittsburgh.

I studied abroad in the Galapagos, and on the first day we were on a boat tour and there were a bunch of boobies on a small island we were passing. The boat guide said, “Here we have red-footed boobies, blue-footed boobies, and even some white boobies on the beaches.”

Ditmas Park ftw.

Times Square is all the levels of hell at once and every time I have to go there I feel homicidal.

Granted, it seems like Alec Baldwin reacts that way in a lot of situations.

I just watched it and fell even more in love with her.

I know he didn’t ask if they were together. It’s gross that he is not only following Teri around, but also subjecting her daughter to the unnecessary skeevy comments as well. She shouldn’t have to deal with that in the first place, but for that dude to put her child in that situation as well is disgusting.

Is she with her daughter? That makes this 10,000 times grosser. Not that it’s not incredibly gross already, but jesus christ.

I’m also on an anticonvulsant (for bipolar disorder, not epilepsy), and my brain is so fucked up. I’ve dealt with it, but it’s getting to the point where I don’t know if not feeling like I want to kill myself is worth not being able to remember ANYTHING or be able to process information in a timely manner.

One of the times my mom left my dad, she took all of his guns/rifles, bow, and knives and hid them at my aunts house where we were staying because she was convinced that he was going to kill her/us.

Yup. That's exactly how I say it.

Once I sautéed like four huge beets and ate them all, then pissed bright red for the next two days. I thought I was dying until I realized why...