Faith Salie

Faith Salie

Faith Salie is a television and national public radio host, having appeared on “CBS Sunday Morning,” “The Approval Matrix” on Bravo, “The O’Reilly Factor” and “The Oprah Winfrey Show.” Oprah considers her an “ethics expert.” Additionally, the Boston native is a regularly featured panelist on NPR’s “Wait Wait…Don’t Tell Me”.

Which BBC America character are you?
I want to be any lady who gets to travel with David Tennant of “Doctor Who”.

Name your vice – which of the deadly sins could you never give up?
Envy. It’s so motivating.

Disclose one thing your best friend doesn’t know about you.
How much chocolate I actually consume.

What’s the worst gift you’ve ever been given?
A pink dickie from my great aunt. Not the fun kind of pink dickie.

What dead person gives you the heebie jeebies?
Rasputin. You know that beard smelled like old borscht.

Which cartoon character turns you on?
Prince Eric from “Little Mermaid.” Even though he kind of has a mullet and not a strand of chest hair and looks a little like David Copperfield, he is still tall, dark, handsome, patient, and looks great in tight prince pants.

Who was your childhood crush?
I wanted Matt Dillon to kiss me, but I wanted to be Blair Warner from “The Facts of Life,” even though I wasn’t supposed to watch the show because my mom thought the title was too racy.

If you could come back to life as a famous historical figure, who would it be?
Josephine Baker: gorgeous, talented, adopted eight more kids than Angelina, was a muse to Picasso, Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Dior, was part of the French Resistance and marched with MLK Jr. Plus, she was found dead in bed surrounded by glowing reviews of her last show, whose audience included Mick Jagger and Liza Minnelli. And she looked great topless.

Would you rather be at the helm of a time machine or a rocket ship?
A time machine—the TARDIS, please. Specifically, I would like to be at the helm with “Doctor Who” gently guiding my hands as we hurtle through space. And I would like to go back in time to the Air Supply concert where I got my period when I was twelve and tell myself not to wear white shorts. Or to when I was making out with Matt Damon on a pool table in college but didn’t let him get to third base.

Would you rather have Rebecca Black’s “Friday” on repeat play in your head for one year or sing it front of public crowd once a day for a week?
I confess that I would get great joy from singing it once a day and especially gettin’ down on Friday… fun, fun, fun, fun.