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April 2010

What do you MEAN you don't make a size 12???

AMANDA WROTE: I tried on this dress at Betsy Johnson…then I discovered that BJ doesn’t even make a size 12! Whatever. I found a cute dress at Anthropologie, a halter top no less, that I can pull of sans Spanx and still enjoy some bbq on my visit to the south. Btw, this is my first post on a blog ever, but i felt compelled to contribute. I feel like I have found my people!

An argument for lying about your age

It’s my birthday today, and here’s a secret: I’m 43. OK, it’s not much of a secret, because I am lucky enough to have tons of friends from childhood who know my  age, my birth date is up on my… Continue Reading →

No regrets

Last night, I got together with four girlfriends with whom I haven’t spent time in that particular assemblage since Informer topped the charts and the OJ Simpson trial preempted all the important fictional drama (like the first, the classic, the… Continue Reading →

Buy The Book (please!)

Wait wait wait! Did you know that every copy of MY FORMERLY HOT LIFE ordered from now until the book comes out counts toward my first week of sales? How cool would it be if, when it comes out, so… Continue Reading →

Come back, Lisa Kudrow!

In New York Magazine this week, the former Phoebe on Friends, reasserted herself as someone I totally respect. (Weirdly, I can’t find the piece online to link to–sorry.) When my friends and I sit and drunkenly fantasize about My Formerly… Continue Reading →

Start a Formerly Group

I’m so psyched to have you here, and here’s why: Because if you sign up to start a Formerly group–a Gang of Formerlies–you will be part of the grassroots Formerly Movement, the mission of which is to help women everywhere… Continue Reading →

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A clip from me on yourtotalhealth.com

Read excerpts from My Formerly Hot Life

From Chapter 2: Kept Women “When I was in my early 20s, I had a close friend who I adored—she was hilarious, loyal, whip-smart and felt likewise about me. We were in the same circle, lived blocks apart, both worked… Continue Reading →

And the feeling's mutual

I don’t diet, and not just because I suck at it. For me–Miss Teen Bulimia 1983–it triggers all kinds of obsessional thinking that makes me rebel against my own restrictions. Before I know it, I’ve eschewed the steamed veggies and… Continue Reading →