The part I really am curious about is the conversation between Dunham and her editor and possibly agent and family etc about the pros and cons of publishing these particular stories. As someone who sometimes publishes personal things, I'm ready for the backlash that occasionally comes with and can't say I wasn't ready…

Assholes put their feet on places that are not meant for feet.

I'd say just smile, even. If she smiles back, then go from there. If she looks away or grimaces or gives you a blank look. it's not the time.

You guys. Buy black thongs.

I was just thinking yesterday after watching some of that speech that Charlie Kelly is probably the only man I am attracted to partially due to his illiteracy.

If I were anti-Valentine's day that would mean not accepting the $10's and $20's my parents send me in my Valentines (so what if I'm 35.) And that would just be rude.

All right, I won't lie: this coat cost $700 and my mom bought it for me. However, I don't ever want another winter coat. It's incredibly warm AND I feel pretty cute in it too—those diagonal seams are really flattering. So if you have money or know a generous person who does, I highly recommend looking into Bogner…

I find him SO weird looking. His eyes look like someone drew them as little dots with a ball-point pen. Does nobody see this?!

I have a kid and I think I'd like to have another so he can have someone to play/fight with while I toil away doing whatever it is moms do. I'm the oldest of two and I'm already curious to know if I'll secretly identify with #1 more or what.

Someone actually gave me a hand-me-down Janie and Jack cashmere cardigan for my son that she had never used on her kid—tags still on—and I never used it either, because putting it on him was basically sending myself on a trip to the dry cleaner. So if anybody wants it...the tags are still on.

This seems more like a brag than a worry ;) Just don't say "My baby sleeps through the night all the time and has since we brought her home—is that normal?"

I will say it's a perfect present. I always forget that people are nice and buy cute things for other people's babies. I just rage up when I imagine actual parents shopping at places like this.

it doesn't seem that ridic in context of everything else here but if you went to Target and saw how comparatively free they were, or what you could actually buy for $20 there (like 20 t shirts) the bib would seem dumber in comparison.

I have an anecdote that is much longer and more charming than this but I am tired as shit. So: I corresponded with and later met Katie Couric and she was really nice and kind (I was an intern at Dateline at the time.) So she will always be OK in my book. Meanwhile, a very good source has told me that Jennifer Aniston…

That former best friend in the last letter should have tried maturing a few more years before starting a family.

When I got the epidural it felt like I was on the verge of having an orgasm for hours and hours.

I can't really speak to the pitocin because that really wasn't my choice but I do sorta want pregnant women to know how awesome an epidural feels. You might not ever legally get the chance to feel that good from a drug again. I'm not knocking natural birth because I haven't tried it but just in case you are wavering,…

Hey, congratulations to you. One nice thing—you won't believe this now, but when you get closer to term, you just won't care. You'll just be so ready to be done. And that makes it a lot less scary.

Are you currently pregnant? My induction was a total surprise—had a totally healthy pregnancy and then got high blood pressure out of nowhere. I figured since I was fit and healthy I'd have a very run of the mill labor/delivery and then it ended up being a bit more of a shitshow. Everything turned out fine. It was not…

I didn't want one either but then after being admitted to the hospital on a Wednesday, induced Thu AM, given pitocin 3 AM Friday morning, by Friday night I was like let's just get this shit over with. In the 11th hour I didn't get one but any particular cares about how it happened went out the window by that point.