A glittering disco ball spins from the ceiling, but the music is something I’ve never heard, discordant and haunting and insistent, the kind of music that demands you dance.
Women with money and women in power are two uncomfortable ideas in our society.
Rule number one: Why is it that the one time a cute guy talks to you, you have a friend who’s in crisis?
Patent leather wedges-they were big when I went to prom!
Life gives you lots of chances to screw up which means you have just as many chances to get it right.
You know what they say: A woman needs a man about as much as a fish needs a bicycle.
My decorating and renovation skills are nil – indeed, I once used a shower curtain from Pottery Barn as ’window dressing.
Why do I keep evading my work? Is it because I’m afraid of being confronted by my lack of abilities?
My parents had a great marriage. Interestingly, it made it harder for me in relationships because I knew what a good relationship looked like.
New York is a city where people are ambitious. They want things.
The ’80s was all about this idea that women could have it all. You could have a career, and you could have a husband, and you could have children.
There’s so many things that mattered so much in my 20s and 30s that don’t matter now.
What I have yet to see is a real woman choose a younger man because he spent six hours a day at the gym trying to sculpt his abs.
Sometimes I want to be on ‘The Real Housewives of New York.’ I want to remind them to figure out how to get along and support each other.
Happiness comes out of being willing to do your work in your twenties to find out who you are, what you love.
And the sooner you do the right thing, the better. You get it over with, and you don’t have to worry about it anymore. But who does that in real life?
What if I’m a princess on another planet? And no one on this planet knows it?
At first, being with Sebastian was like being in the middle of the best dream I’d ever had – but now it mostly feels exhausting. I’m up one minute and down the next; questioning what I say and do. Even questioning my sanity.
If a woman could take care of herself, would she still need a man? Would she even want one? And if she didn’t want a man, what kind of woman would she be? Would she even be a woman? Because it seemed if you were a woman, the only thing you were really supposed to want was a man.
It was scary how a girl couldn’t live without friends.