Jessica Chastain is such a queen, I honestly love her and am so happy for her success.

If everyone kept asking me about my ex-husband ten years later, I'd lose my shit.

Hey, Katy Perry, you can get ready all you want for the Super Bowl, but you will never be Prince doing the halftime show, singing Purple Rain IN THE RAIN.

Uhhhh I would argue that if you don't like Troop Beverly Hills you are more monster than human and should have to live in a cave deep below the earth's surface.

My theory is that nobody is good at sex, but plenty of people are bad at it.

My most favorite thing about Cincinnati," confides Artless Dodger on the first hour of our madcap foray into the city's goetta festival, "is that I can go to Kroger and buy Kroger-brand peanut butter and no one recognizes me. It's really . . . cool."

He will probably be single soon! You'll have your shot then.

Kate, admittedly existential question here, but are any of us really "good" at sex? I mean, besides with ourselves? Cause I can make myself come during a standard sitcom commercial break.

Oooh, let's all do them!

I always love these interviews. The subject is always effortlessly cool/chic/casual. They always shop at little vintage shops that you've never heard of. They always meet up at some vegan cafe / gourmet burger / fair-trade organic kale bistro for the interview.

When Vogue interviews me, they'll be all,…

This is the definition of "dead behind the eyes"

NOT MAD.

that could be a maureen ponderossa dead tooth situation ... no?

I had the honor of being the first sexual partner of a man who now professionally impersonates Buddy Holly all over the globe. Global Holly wept in my arms and told me I was the nicest person in the whole world (presumably for sleeping with him)... besides his mom.