Call her my girl crush, idol or obsession; whichever word you use- I love Nora Ephron. I love her writing and movies, how much she loved NYC and, most importantly, her feelings about egg white omelets . I admire her so much I felt “bad about my neck” years before I needed to (and silently thank her when I apply night cream below my chin). So, when I read a review of Richard Cohen's new Nora Ephron biography She Made Me Laugh , I immediately headed to Barnes and Noble. Amazon prime would not do. I've always felt some sort of connection to Nora; I'm sure many feel this way but as I read this fantastic book a few things stood out: Nora abhorred religion She didn’t like dancing And she wasn’t much of a hugger Why does this matter? It matters because you're supposed to like each of these things. And each of these things I've kind of fudged liking for a long time. And so now I feel I can be out. I will never dance like nobody is watching and can't relate to that senti...