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The return of Bridget Jones

Color me excited.

Each week for the Twitter Spotlight, I ask a participant for his or her favorite literary character. Some are highbrow. If I were being interviewed, my answer would almost certainly be Bridget Jones.

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I love her as an imperfect heroine.

Do I dare to hope the new book will be good (or at least a guilty pleasure)?

The new book comes out October 15 – just one day before my birthday.

Hint, hint.

“Isn’t it terrible about Chechnya?”

In awkward moments, I have been known to quote Bridget Jones.

“Isn’t it terrible about Chechnya?” I’d say when no other words felt right and a silence needed to be filled.

The response would either be laughter because the people around me got the reference or a double-take.

“Isn’t she clever about world affairs?”

[OK that’s how I chose to interpret the looks. WHATEVER.]

When I met Renee Zellweger at SoHo House in LA a few years ago, I actually told her about my habit. She laughed pretty hard, seemingly with sincerity.

Anyway…I guess I have to put this saying on hold for awhile.

If you haven’t seen this clip, click here:

Bridget Jones’ Diary

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Is Lara Logan channeling Bridget Jones?

I want you to do something for me. Just play along, ok?

Close your eyes. Wait!

Click play first and then close your eyes.

You can open them and hit pause once you hear Lara Logan’s voice for a few seconds.

Now repeat the process with this video.

They’re similar, right? It’s ruining 60 Minutes for me (even though I love Bridget Jones and think Lara is doing a good job). I can’t focus.

That’s all.

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Smug hipster marrieds

More than once I have described myself as the unfortunate marriage of Liz Lemon and Bridget Jones. Whether or not you’d agree with that assessment depends on the circumstances in which you’ve witnessed my episodic awkwardness and clumsiness.

This past weekend, I experienced this classic Bridget Jones moment albeit Brooklyn-style.

Smug Marrieds

Fortunately I was able to do an Irish goodbye after three beers. I escaped my building’s roof deck, went back to my apartment and played All By Myself.*

*Not really.

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