I am, as I say in my bio, personally & professionally, a handful. Also?

A rambunctious, inquisitive, sometimes over-enthusiastic “machine of happiness and non-sickening positivity in this cynical city.”

I’ve been a columnist at Time Out New York for the past two years, where I covered dating and Fashion Week, and before that, I was the editor-at-large for Star magazine, where I would go on tv (mostly MSNBC, CNN, FoxNews & Vh1) to talk about entertainment news.  Now I co-host a fun chat show called TMIweekly, which you can find here, or on NBC’s new channel, “New York NonStop.”

I pretty much like any conversation encompassing sociology, biology, psychology, philosophy, architecture, media, technology, feminism, personal growth and the absurd machinations between men & women otherwise known as “dating.” Yeah. I said it. I’m into that crap.

Of course I adore my family, my six-year-old shih-tzu Lilly and my girl friends … but on the shallower side?  I love Twitter, the color pink, headbands, tutus, ballet, fleece pajamas, bubble baths, mascara which doesn’t lead to raccoon eyes, tennis gear as daywear, tech conferences, the tv shows Gossip Girl, 30 Rock, and The West Wing, the musician Justin Vernon (Bon Iver), that incredible tension-filled moment before a first kiss, 50s style fashion, the Lacoste alligator, 5 inch heels which don’t hurt, DVF, Betsey Johnson, Lilly Pulitzer & Oscar de la Renta, “Sunday check-in” voicemails from my dad, bathing suits which flatten my stomach and A-line skirts which cover my derriere, girls who wear ribbons in their hair, my iPhone, my laptop, my digital camera, the blogging platform Tumblr, men who pop their pink polo shirt collars un-ironically, families who wear matching outfits in their Christmas card photos, spicy tuna rolls, 4 am, Starbucks hazelnut lattes, Martha Beck, PotteryBarn for Teens, chamois sheets, dresses as wall art, quilted Chanel bags, pearls, the silence that comes when it snows, flowers sent by boys, emails from my mom, and rap music.  And I am absolutely obsessed with cupcakes.

I also don’t mind handwritten love letters, although no one has sent me one in years - except my Grandmother.

I love her, too.