I love to make fun of fashion because it is just so silly.

It was sweaty Whitney (Houston) in Central Park. She knew that park pretty well. Every bush!

I'm not somebody who no matter where I go there are paparazzi or any of that nonsense. But I have a little window into that world and I can enter it and dance around. I want to be the audience's ticket into the party.

I'm not always in that good with middle-aged heterosexual men.

Do you remember a little phenom called step aerobics? If you do, then you know how crazy it was to take two ninety-minute classes in a row. It’s incredible that I didn’t die from a blunt injury to the back of my head from slipping on my own pool of sweat.

I'm on every worst-dressed list imaginable.

I'm always listening and watching; my ear is like a boom mike. And judging, frankly. Constantly judging.