The security guard at my office, the one who has frequently remarked on how I have the face of a baby, tells me often he thinks I look like the kind of person who works on this show. “I always take you for The Chew,” he said today. And I get it. In the realm of daytime TV, my demeanor and attire look more ‘The Chew’ than someone who reads the Encyclopedia all day every day. (And hey, maybe their whole staff got baby faces.) I probably wouldn’t think anything of it if it weren’t for the fact that when The Chew comes on the office TV people scream “Oh god, The Chew! Change the channel!” Nice shoes, Batali.