Being single used to mean that nobody wanted you. Now it means you're pretty sexy and you're taking your time deciding how you want your life to be and who you want to spend it with.

My job requires me to put on a little dress and run around the streets of New York in heels. But I also had the financial means to hire a yoga teacher to come to my house while my sitter watched the newborn. For 95 percent of the world, that's not realistic.

I don't feel that my life, my professional life, is married to a reliance upon Instagram.

I cringe inside when anybody gives me something. I don't know why. I just get embarrassed.

I feel conflicted about my relationship with social media.

I'm curious about everything, except what people have to say about me.

Balls are to men what purses are to women.