Women buy those dresses. I mean, you know that. But I’m just pointing out that women. buy. Pnina. Tournai. dresses.

I honestly don’t get it. Like, on a primitive level. They’re so ugly and unflattering and expensive. WHY?

I just listened to the entire episode of Kirkman’s episode. And boy is she an angry feminist. And I say...GOOD FOR HER. SHE IS ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. She’s clearly aware of the rampant sexism in comedy and has a voice. I’m glad she’s using it.

[I know] who Josh really is—someone who had gone down a wrong path and had humbled himself before God and those whom he had offended.

OFFENDED is not a synonym for molested.

Who cares if she wasn’t funny in high school? She’s funny now. If my future success was determined by my personality in high school, I’d be...well, I’d be me. I was pretty damned awesome, and I bet Rebel Wilson was too. Headline: “Former 17-year old Girl Fails to Predict Classmate’s Stellar Career.”

Third nipple...or nubbin?

Sadly, I never got to keep anything! And I don’t think there were any exceptional outfits in the ‘80s. Ha. On the bright side, I have photos of myself with Scott Baio, Bill Cosby (well, that used to be cool), and Bill Murray. Can’t take that away from me!

I was a child model — back in the 80s — and had a lot of fun. A lot of auditions (both for modeling and extra work) and time spent on shoots. My mom always told me that as long as I enjoyed it we would do it, and not a second more. And that’s what happened! So now I have a great album of professional photos of my…

Love love LOVE these! I adore anything vintage, books, paper...so basically I’m asking if I can marry your cake toppers.

I want to be snarky but there’s a large, unironic part of me cooing over all the puffy fluffy magic.

I talk about that champagne glass hot tub ALL THE TIME. My boyfriend knows I’m obsessed. But I’m also a little bit afraid of it and can’t figure out how it works.

I’m from New Jersey...and this election season we get to share (i.e. pawn off) our governor. The less time he spends at home, the better.

I work in Times Square and have to duck and weave the outstretched arms of these characters on a daily basis. I’ve been telling people how creepy it is for a while. At least now everyone believes me.

My first reaction was, “Hey! I can’t believe I just used the word ‘purview’ in a sentence!”

I was once asked by a boss to bring a dirty dish to the coffee room (to be washed by the maid we didn’t have, I suppose). I paused — furious — then said, “I’m sorry, that’s outside the purview of my job responsibilities.” And then I walked out, leaving him flabbergasted. Felt fabulous!

At age 13, I got sick while visiting India with my best friend and her family. It was a combo of severe intestinal distress and my first period. A couple of weeks in to my month in India I got my period, which I tried to tell my mom over a long distance call with a terrible connection. (She didn’t know until I got…

I wrote a letter of complaint to Olive Garden following a terrible dinner (the server yelled at my dying aunt after she asked for a glass of water). My brother is still annoyed I didn't close the letter with, "We were there, and we didn't feel like family."

YES. I hate olives. I've tried them in many incarnations, and it appears that I'm incapable of changing that. Of course I'm dating someone who loves olives, and whose family LOOOOOVES olives. I think a small part of him still thinks I might come around. (FYI: Nope. Not happening.)

If my boobs looked that good, I'd have photos of them in my wallet, so I could take them out at parties and be like, "These are my boobs. Aren't they amazing?"

That was my first true stressful moment of the day, wondering if I'd been wrong all this time!

I saw Steinem and Alda on a panel at the Paley Center last fall at the anniversary of Free to be You and Me. What a magical evening!