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      I feel something furry. I open my eyes and spy my puppy (she’s actually 13…but immature) She saunters past me. We’re all outdoors, on the floor, on yoga mats. I go to grab Milly as she goes to French kiss my friend Nancy. When Nancy doesn’t sit up and scream dog germs… [...]

I’m floating on air. Not on the wings of angels. But on the hands of strangers. Ten people holding me. Ten feet in the air. So… How’d I get here? A friend said meet me tomorrow night. Alright. She said leave early they’ll be traffic (Thursday is the new Friday). In this new decade I’ve [...]

“Hold your pee…” Code for tighten your vajayjay. “Clench your pelvic floor.” Also code for tighten your vajayjay. “Then bend over… And say hello to your butt.” We’re bending our spines. Opening our minds Neda says… “Do you think God put much thought into the butt?” In some classes you contemplate your navel. In Neda’s [...]

I open my front door. There’s a woman there. She says… “She’s talking.” I look around… It’s just us. I say… “Who’s talking?” She says… “The house.” So my house is…talking to this woman? The woman’s name is Jonisha Rios. She’s a real estate agent in the Valley. She talks to the buyer, the seller… [...]

I’ve been engaging my abs. Clenching my ass. And holding my pee. Holding pee means using the muscles in the pelvic region. I pee freely in the ocean. I’ve been paddleboarding on Mission Bay. A lot. My abs, arms and ass should look good. I said should. Because I’ve been eating my weight in sugar. [...]

Got on a bike in Central Park. I starting riding… It started raining. I tried to avoid puddles and horse poop. The carriage drivers don’t curb their horses. If they did… They’d need a really big bag. Rode by the BoatHouse, the fountain and The Met. Magical places in NYC. Mr G and I were [...]

What to wear to a Studio 54 party? There was glitter. There were two Andy Warhols. Both with white wigs. I wore a short, boring black dress. Our old (actually young) GDLA producer Loren Ruch just had an epic Studio 54 birthday party. I used to live at 53rd & 8th. Next to Studio 54. [...]

More lighting. Less filters. It’s why I love the ladies room selfie. The first thing I did at the Emmys was hit the bathroom. Pat Harvey was already there. It’s not like we force these photos. Like sh*t… They happen. Saturday was the LA news Emmys. An excuse for TV people to gather together in [...]

First thing I did in Paris was lock myself in a bathroom. Not intentionally. But it was cool in there. Paris was so hot the Nutella was melting. In Europe the bathroom doors are heavy and the locks are quirky. Just when I thought I’d spend my entire trip in the loo. I escaped. And [...]