It's very Canadian of me - or maybe it's more the Catholic schoolgirl in me - but I always really want to do a good job.

My apartment is the equivalent of one room in my Toronto home. Now I understand why New Yorkers are on the streets at all hours. People don't want to stay inside for fear they'll go crazy.

Nobody wants to have things blurted at them.

If it wasn't for what goes on in the world of politics, we wouldn't really have much of a show.

I've been a performer in the public eye for many years now and it's much darker. It feels so worse now. It feels heavy; it's difficult to deal with. The hatred is unbelievable, but I actually feel a lot more compassion for the journalists and people who aren't used to that. At least on some level, it's been a part of my world for a long time, so I can handle it. I'm not going to say that I'm used to it, because I'm not. I think it's really difficult for people who are just doing journalism and receiving death threats on a very consistent basis.

It is so expensive to take care of my hair and keep it looking like I was born with it, when my real hair is the color of rat fur.

I don't feel intimidated by any of the people I'm talking to or the situations I find myself in. I just try to make my nana proud.