It just seemed so odd as people had never commented on my body before. Every woman obsesses over her figure, but I was happy, I felt sexy, I never thought about it. I know this sounds naive, but I honestly never expected this kind of attention.

I think Joan's advice would be: always know more than anyone else, always be discreet as possible. And never cry at work.

I'm not quite at the point where I feel the need to wear disguises in public.

I definitely am drawn to deeper reds and wine colors for lips and even cheeks during the holiday.

A woman is beautiful when she stands out as an individual—it's a woman who has her own style and the confidence to pull it off. Half the women on the streets in New York City achieve this. I get so inspired every time I'm there.

I have a problem keeping my mouth shut. I usually speak my mind. I'm trying to learn my lesson.

If Mad Men had taken place in the '90s it would have been just as believable. But the fact is that was the perfect storm and with the fashion and the sets and the writing and the actors it just all made sense and it just was one of those things that you can't explain.