"When I was teaching at a Methodist Children's choir in Maryland, I was moonlighting between the church and Pat Benatar concerts. I remember an old lady in the church, whose mouth was always in the shape of a sour prune, demanding that I tell her why I was dressed in the vulgar manner that I was. I put my hand over my heart and said, "I pledge allegiance to the microphone of the Pat Benatar wannabes of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one black teddy, under goddess, with lingerie and bodice for all.'"

--Tori Amos (April '99)