Natasha Leggero on the Gilded Age and Being Masturbated by Dr. Freud
In the forty seconds it took Natasha Leggero to go from a building to a car waiting on the curb, no fewer than half a dozen men came up to her asking for her autograph. They were prepared: with glossy photographs of her (most of them from more risqué photo shoots) and fat blue Sharpie markers already uncapped.
