This week I accepted a position as a features reporter at the New York Post, starting in mid-December.

I'll be posting more erratically as it appears that "finding a place to live" has worked out well for others who have made similar transitions.

I also finally read Confessions of an Heiress, and it's caused me to re-evaluate quite a bit in my life.

Read the following passage, and I think you'll understand. It's a little thing they call supply and demand.

...The way I keep people wondering about me is to smile all the time and say as little as possible. Smile beautifully, smile big, smile confidently, and everyone thinks you've got all kinds of secret things going on. And that keeps them wanting more. And when they want more, you are automatically interesting. If you give too much away, no one needs to know anything else. You've given it all away—and for free. And if you do that, well, you're never going to have any money. Or make any money. It's what they call "supply and demand."

So, while I'm going to reveal some of my secrets here, don't get your hopes up too high. I'll never reveal ALL of them. How tacky would that be?