How do I love thee, Melissa McCarthy? The funny lady rocked her Saturday Night Live hosting gig this weekend, but the best skit (in my opinion!) was McCarthy's opening monologue, where she literally fell FLAT on her face thanks to a ridiculously high pair of glittery red platform heels.

Now admittedly, it was part of her act -- but still. How many of us have done the same thing when we DIDN'T mean to? Take a look:

A post on the New York Times blog Motherlode is getting lots of buzz today. In it, the divorced mother of young children writes very honestly about watching other family's lives around her, on Facebook and in real life, and wondering if they're as happy as they appear or if they're merely struggling to maintain a facade of perfection.

Amy Lawton writes:

Why is it so hard to have honest conversations about things that really matter? Not politics or books or current events – those things are easy to talk about. It’s our own vulnerabilities that get stuck on our tongues. Is this true just for me?

How would you answer her?

Me, my tongue, and Wreck-It RalphLast week I went on a business trip, a press junket to the premiere of Oz the Great and Powerful, and I took a ton of photographs. Naturally, I jumped on Facebook when I got home to see what my friends had to say. And there it was, a criticism right beneath a photo of me with a statue of Ralph from the Oscar-nominated film Wreck-It Ralph. In it I was sticking my tongue out, my go-to pose in any photo, and the comment came from an aunt who called me out for being immature.

The barb hurt; I won't deny it. Because the truth is so much more complicated. I don't stick my tongue out in photos because I'm clinging to my youth so much as I'm clinging to the idea that people will be so focused on my tongue that they will miss my body.

There are not a lot of things that can make me feel as instantly sexy as strapping on a pair of heels. It doesn’t matter what I’m wearing -- jeans, a cute skirt, a business suit -- the shoes always take the outfit up a notch and give me that extra bit of confidence in my appearance.

Wearing heels makes me feel like a girl, and I like that feminine feeling. There’s just an extra little swing in my stride when I take a stroll in stilettos. Every step is purposeful, because let’s face it: When you’re walking in heels, there’s always a tiny part in the back of your brain that repeats “don’t trip, don’t trip” continuously.

Is my cellphone giving me zits?

Will retinoids make me more likely to get a sunburn?

Is there a specific ingredient I should be looking for when I choose beauty products?

If my mom has wrinkles, will I?

These are some of the questions that keep me up at night. That and, "Where the hell did these wrinkles come from? Wasn't I going to the prom, like, last week???"

That's why on the latest episode of The Jenny Isenman Show, I'm firing questions at my favorite dermatologist, the author of Forget the Facelift, Dr. Doris Day. Dr. Day has made numerous appearances on Good Morning America, The Dr. Oz Show, The View, and 20/20 ... to name a few.

Watch this episode after the jump to hear Dr. Day debunk myths, answer all your beauty questions, and give you the bare minimum you need to be your most beautiful self. What she says may surprise you!

If there's one thing I hate about shopping (which is kind of impossible 'cause what's not to love about clothes!?), it's the dressing room. It's like a civilized torture chamber, what with the two feet of space, the cheap wooden bench that no one ever uses, and that forsaken mirror -- and uh, sometimes there's more than one mirror. I've learned that dreams go to dressing rooms to die. And die they do.

Take for instance the other day, I made myself try on a shirt prior to buying it. It was a cute shirt, the appropriate size and length, but still, I wanted to be sure. In the fitting room, my worst fears were confirmed: Seems like every time I try something on in the right size, it's always too small, too clingy, too tight.

Ever feel like dressing for your body only leaves you feeling fat?

I have never been the type to spend hours in the bathroom sorting through makeup; putting it on, taking it off, experimenting with new shades. I didn't ever take an active interest in it. As a nurse, my mom rarely wears makeup and none of my grandmothers or aunts are big into vanity. To this day I'm still not totally head over heels for the stuff. I think it looks fake and cake-like.

I didn't even start wearing makeup until my freshman year of college, and even then, I only wanted to wear a little -- nothing anyone could notice. So I guess you could say I subscribe to the whole less is more theory when it comes to foundation, blush, bronzer, and tinted eye shadow. But the truth, my friends, is bigger than that. I think wearing less makeup makes me feel like more of a woman. Boom. Said it.

Almost as torturous as shopping for jeans is an event I'd like to call shopping for skirts. As with denim, you've got to find a style that fits you from the waist through the hip and legs ... aka impossible. The other problem with skirt shopping? You've got to slip into a size that flatters your figure, makes you feel chic and comfortable, and doesn't look baggy on your frame. It's a days work, I swear.

Factor in that every skirt fits every body differently and you've got the recipe for a dressing room disaster. I love pencil skirts, but the fit is always poor on my body. The style of a bodycon skirt is so svelte, fun, and form-fitting but still, it will never quite fit me like I wish it would. The same goes for a-line cuts, minis, and maxis. Shopping for a skirt will always challenge my self-confidence, so is it even worth it?