" Despite my lack of sophistication or maturity, I was headstrong. My sense of possibility and certainty made me focused. I had blinders on. I was a sprinter—there were no long-term goals, I just knew I’d run as hard as I could in any situation. I’d learned that as an adolescent, to keep moving, to not be dragged down. The best word to describe it is “scrappy.” I still feel that way today. Put me in a situation and I will find my way out of it or through it, I will hustle and scramble. I hate losing. Only later do I think about how it looks from the outside, and then I get stuck in a cycle of shame or anxiety—but in the moment, I rarely could see beyond it, I really could fight. I didn’t think much about how it looked from the outside, or how I looked. "

― Carrie Brownstein , Hunger Makes Me a Modern Girl