One day, Molly and I were sitting in her hospital room, eating pudding and talking about the important stuff, you know?

Like, hey, if dying for sex ever became a TV show, who would play us?

And Molly had a lot of opinions about who would play her.

She said no pop stars, no rom-com fluff.

Like she wanted somebody with depth.

Someone who was a force.

Someone, well, like Michelle Williams.

And when it came to me, she said, oh, you'll play yourself.

Like it was the most obvious thing in the world, which was really sweet, but let's be

real. I'm not famous enough to play myself on TV, which is kind of funny. But it got me thinking,

since I couldn't play myself, what would I want from the person who did? Definitely someone

honest, someone weird, someone who laughs hard, and maybe talks a little too

fast when they're nervous, someone who gets that life is messy and ridiculous and kind of beautiful.

And then Jenny Slate walked in, and she nailed it without even trying to be me. She was

everything I had hoped for, and somehow more.

You may know Jenny and her voice from Marcel the Shell shoes on.

I want you back, obvious child, and everything everywhere all at once.

She has two hit stand-up specials, stage fright and season professional.

And she's written two books, Little Weirds and

life form. Literally, what doesn't this woman do? And I am so completely honored that she played me,

because honestly, I kind of want to be here when I grow up. I talked to Jenny about stepping

into my shoes and bringing this story to life on FX's Dying for Sex.

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