I get a lot of unasked for sexual confessions.
Katherine Heiny's work does something magical: elevates the mundane so that it has the stakes of a mystery novel, gives women's interior lives the gravity they so richly deserve -- and makes you laugh along the way.
I love flawed female characters, duking it out.
The male capacity for turning the negative into a compliment is really alarming.
Iām not super thin, but Iām thin, for like, Detroit
My uncle's a lawyer and I remember going to see him in court and thinking, 'That's cool, too bad I could never be a lawyer.'