Also, chubby people can never truly pull off ethereal the same way skinny people can never be jolly.

It makes me cry because it means that fewer and fewer people are believing it's cool to want what I want, which is to be married and have kids and love each other in a monogamous, long-lasting relationship.

I don't ever remember being able to debate with my parents. Even though I thought of myself as a very bright kid, I couldn't be vocal in that way.

As a kid it's adorable to have a gap in your teeth. But then, because of the shifting in my mouth, I started whistling through it, and as a 32-year-old woman, whistling while you speak in sort of annoying.

A remarkable thing about me is that the time that elapses between a sad thought and a flood of tears is three or four seconds.

I have an underdog spirit in me, and now it feels weird to kind of get my own way more often than not.

I cringe a lot when I look at my early talk-show experiences.