So Basically, I Don't Know What I'm

I Did Want To Acknowledge And Confirm The Fact That My Son Does, Indeed, Have An Autism Diagnosis.

The One Thing I Like About 'playboy' Is They Don't Have The Anorexic Look. The Women Are Voluptuous. So I Didn't Really Want To Diet. I Just Wanted To Tone Up.

Corner One Of The Hundreds Of Doctors Who Specialize In Autism Recovery, And They'll Tell You Stories Of Dozens Of Kids In Their Practice Who No Longer Have Autism. Ask Them To Speak To The Press And They'll Run For The Door. They Know Better.

Let Me See If I Can Put This In Scientific Terms: Think Of Autism Like A Fart, And Vaccines Are The Finger You Pull To Make It Happen.

Seven Years I Worked At The Polish Deli. It's A Very Slow Deli. So I Sat Around A Lot On My Stool At The Cashier. And I'd Sign My Autograph On All The Bags I'd Put The Milk In. Just Everyday, Practice My Autograph. And The Manager Of The Store Would Take Some Of Them And Tape Them Against The Wall. And He'd Say, "some Day, I'm Telling You, It Will Be Worth Something." And I'm Like 13, Going, "really?!" And When I Go Back There, He Still Has Them On The Wall. It's Very Cute.