Living

A perfect day for this California-born actress and comedian would be an eating and drinking tour around her hometown of San Francisco

The first thing I do when a good friend tells me she’s getting married is to offer my congratulations. Then I let her know that I have absolutely no desire to be her bridesmaid.

I spent the long weekend at a friend’s house in Shropshire (try to say that one three times fast) and lounging by the pool at Shoreditch House in east London. It was three solid days of balmy sunshine and to say that the weather was unusual for late April would be a gigantic understatement. It almost never happens.

Though most of the speculation leading up to Friday’s royal wedding has been about what Kate’s dress will look like, there has also been a substantial amount of chatter about whether the bride will wear a tiara and, if so, which one? (Yes, when you’re a royal, or about to become one, trying to decide on a tiara can be quite a chore.)

This week, I had an epiphany while watching a clip from HBO’s new backstage documentary about Lady Gaga, Monster Ball. (It airs on HBO Canada on May 7.) I realized that women waste a lot of time feeling like losers.