The adages I live by are many: Never work harder than you have to. Being fabulous is better than being beautiful. Enjoy your own shtick. Failure is the mother of success (that was from a fortune cookie, actually). Eat fresh fruit everyday. And, of course, never shtup a roommate or a co-worker. That last one is iron-clad and I've never broken it. The fresh fruit, well, I do my best.

I have many clothing rules too, but most imporantly: never wear a novelty print depicting something you don’t endorse. Unless, of course, the results are hilarious.

For Passover this year I wore a 60s A-line dress with an Egyptian print to a seder. Inappropriate? Kinda. Did it get a laugh? Absolutely. However, I must point out that although the context makes this dress cheeky, I am not ideologically opposed to what it shows. I like all things ancient Egyptian (and modern too, since Akhenaten is a very modern young man) and am not a Zionist.

As to this smoking frock, though it is a marvelous print ( just look at those striking matches! And the triangular collar and waist!) I couldn’t wear it. I quit smoking in 1996. I am seriously proud of quitting. Now there are those who say they used to smoke, meaning that they would bum one from someone at a party. Feh, that’s not smoking. They were bumming them from me. I lit up before I opened my eyes in the morning. If I can quit, anyone can. And believe me, I don’t miss it. Not even when watching a Bette Davis movie.