Cast Blog: #SHAHS

Lilly: "Two Wrongs Don't Make a Right"

Recap: The Shahs Peace Summit

Recap: Recipe for Disaster

Asa's Profound and Cathartic Trip

Recap: Reza Pops The Big One

The Return of Lochnesa

Mike: I Will Marry Jessica Soon

Reza Dishes on His Engagement

Recap: Make a Run for the Border

Mike Shouldn't be "Scared" of Other Religions

Recap: Turkey with a Side of Apology

Mike's Inner Struggle

Lilly's Disrespectful Behavior

Mike Takes GG's Side

Recap: Outed by Chihuahuas

Reza: "Lilly Doesn't Understand Friendship"

Lilly's Battle with Foot Boogers

Recap: Always a Lady

Recap: A Little Too Much Diamond Water...

The Shah of Bull Sh--

Reza: "I Wish I Had Kept My Mouth Shut"

Ep 8: Persian Empire Divided

Will Mike Put a Ring on It?

Reza Learns the Power of Apology

Recap: Shah-etiquette

MJ Owes GG a Genuine Apology

What MJ Did was Wrong

Loch-Nesa vs. MJ

Asa's Juice Disaster

Recap: Persian Pride?

MJ's Moral Compass is Way Off

An Offer Lilly Can't Refuse?

Recap: Homo-Not-So-Genius

Mike's Disappointment with Reza

Asa: "I Definitely See Why Reza is Irritated"

Reza on the Fight: "I'm Not Proud of It"

Lilly Needs to "Get More Real"

Reza to Lilly: "Get Off Your High Horse"

Cry Me a River

Mike: Master Negotiator

Lilly: Ain't Nobody Got Time for This

Lilly: "Two Wrongs Don't Make a Right"

Lilly weighs in on Reza's hurtful toast.

This was in interesting episode because everyone got to meet two fresh faces, Asa’s boyfriend Jermaine and my big sister Yassi.

The episode starts with a continuation of the huge fight between MJ and Reza in their office. I can’t even believe the things they said to each other! This fight is serious. They have been friends for years, so I hope they work it out sooner rather than later.

I am also excited to see what comes of the new partnership between Reza and Mike. I don’t know Mike very well, but he does not seem “dumb as rocks” as MJ states he is. To the contrary, he seems to be sharp, hungry, and ready to work (not to mention handsome!) I wish them the best.

Yassi is my OLDER sister. Yes, I realize she is far more blessed than I am genetically and she is eternally a hot 21-year-old, but she is still my OLDER sister. Love/hate her for that! My sister and I are very close. We love and support each other in every way possible. We may look identical on the outside, however, personality wise, we are complete opposites.  

I was invited to have drinks with the group and a comedian by the name of Tehran. I actually know Tehran personally from his comedy shows, so I’m excited on the one hand. On the other hand, I have some anxiety about attending because MJ and Omid will be there. I have heard SO many horrible things MJ has been saying about me behind my back, and the last time I saw Omid he threatened to backhand me, so I decided I would invite my sister to come along for moral support. Plus, I want her to finally meet everyone!  

Before we get to that night, can we please talk about the conversation that GG and Mike had at GG’s house? WTF?! My head is still spinning from listening to it. GG changes her story 10 times during the course of the conversation, and at this point, I don’t think she even remembers the truth of what actually happened.The scene with Asa and her boyfriend Jermaine was very touching for me. Persians in general can be very racist towards African Americans. There is a huge stigma in the Persian community associated with Persian girls dating African American men. To many Persian fathers, it is unacceptable. Watching Asa and Jermaine interact with each other is so refreshing because it rains on all of those stigmas. Their love for each other radiates the screen, and their support and encouragement towards one another is touching. I hope Asa’s courage in sharing her relationship with the world helps to break so many prejudicial boundaries that still exist. Black, White, Brown, Yellow, Gay, Straight, Male, Female: we are all equal. We are all one. And, love is blind.

This episode also gives a glimpse into one of my favorite times of the day: GLAM SQUAD TIME!! I have the most amazing team of hair and makeup artists that I use for special occasions. I call them my #GhalichiGLAM squad. While glamming me out in this episode you will hear me tell my makeup artist, “I love the way you make my nose look like I have had a nose job.” I don’t want this to be misleading as I HAVE had a nose job. (CLICK HERE to read my blog post on what plastic surgery I have and have NOT had). 

Sometimes there isn’t enough time to show the whole conversation, so it can be confusing. What my makeup artist and I were discussing at the time is how contouring (or “shading”) with darker foundation (or powder) on the sides of the nose can actually make your nose look entirely different (as though you’ve had a nose job)! I just wanted to clear that up in case it mislead viewers into thinking I was born with this little nose (hello, I’m Persian!)

Off to the event my sister and I go. As usual, from the moment MJ walks in (late) she is ready to attack me. I politely say hello to her, introduce her to my sister, and the first words that come out of her mouth are “Lilly, you should have worn that dress instead” while she points at my sister.

Enough is enough. I am a classy woman and don’t need to belittle other women, but at the same time, I will be damned if I sit back and let someone constantly attack me.  MJ needs to learn that you can’t dish it and expect not to take it.What I don’t understand is why she would attack me about my dress and what I should have worn anyway. As Reza stated earlier when she called him fat, does she not have a mirror at her house? It’s the oldest saying in the book: people who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.

I do think it was a little insensitive of Reza to toast to everyone except for MJ. I get that they are fighting, and Reza is also fed up with how disrespectful she constantly is towards me and Asa, but as a friend for over 20 years, there is probably a better, more private way to deal with it. I am by no means excusing MJ’s bad behavior, I am simply saying two wrongs don’t make a right.

I like to end this week’s blog post by saying "OH MY GOD" -- watching Asa’s mom’s road rage was hilarious. I have met her mother in real life and she is the sweetest, kindest woman. To see that same harmless woman have that extreme of a level of road rage was hysterical! Come on -- her mom works her butt off and supports her entire family, she is entitled to a little road rage. 

xoxo

 

 

Asa's Profound and Cathartic Trip

Asa opens up about her expereince at the Iranian border.

Thank God that I'm a captain's daughter and grew up on boats and hovercrafts and do not need anything inserted to not get sick, LOL! Reza and Golnesa are cracking me up here. Hahaha!



Yachting all day on the same waters my wonderful father sailed in his youth. Such a wonderful day hanging out with my friends. Away from the B.S. and in this beautiful place enjoying each other’s love and company. Princess Island was so relaxing and charming. Every restaurant was a seafood restaurant, and I was in heaven! When I saw the tears in Merc's eyes, I could feel that she was ready to “go there.” I am so proud of her rawness about what she wants and her needs. After all, how can we achieve something we can't even visualize or speak of? I am here for her for strength, love, and support through thick and thin. She will be a wonderful mom!


By the great power of Destiny and Will, Reza, my Mom, and I were able to find a way to make a personal pilgrimage to the border of Iran, where all of us and our ancestors were born. It was such a long, intensive, and at times dangerous journey there, but this was nothing compared to the 30 years we have been waiting to go back home.Without getting too political, I wanted to explain to those who might not fully understand our inability to safely go to Iran. The fact alone that I am a political refugee is not the only reason. While I'm a very proud Iranian and feel a great responsibility to shed light on all the wonderful things about my culture, I also feel socially obligated to be honest about the things terribly wrong with the government of Iran. Iran sadly is a tyranny and deals with political dissidents (that's anyone with an opinion) as criminals. It jails, tortures, and executes its own citizens for simple expressing a political opinion. Think about all the individuals, comedians, talk show hosts, or journalists expressing various opinions here in the US about the president or government... In the US it's called freedom of speech. Well, this freedom does not exist in Iran. The number of “political” prisoners and executions of the latter is staggering. So, somebody whose art deals even mildly with such things and is considered “Islamic Feminist” going to Iran safely is pretty much out of the question.

Back to our beautiful pilgrimage to the center of my heart. Throughout the whole day, my Mom, Reza, and I were like silent warriors. We were all dealing with our own personal emotions throughout the journey while also in the collective experience. On the flight and the bus ride, it was sheer excitement. Then on the last leg of the journey in the Kurdish car, we all lost it. Listening to our favorite old Persian song on our iPhone and nearing the Iranian border, tears of joy and sadness starting falling endlessly.

It was so incredible for me to have my Mom, who sacrificed everything in her youth to make a brighter future for me and my brother, with me. I could feel her pain and joy and see it in her eyes. Reza and I really bonded on a primal level, and I will never forget these moments we shared together. I felt that we were making this pilgrimage for all immigrants, all refugees, all displaced people in the world.Then as I got out of the car and smelled the familiar air, a feeling of complete joy and euphoria came over me. I was not sad anymore. Nor was I missing it the way I used to. I surrendered all those heavy feelings right there on that earth. As I said, when you embrace the big monster, it melts away.

We all have landmark events in our lives. This was one of mine. Going to the border of Iran with my Mom and Reza was one of the most profound and cathartic experiences of my life. I am forever grateful and enormously blessed to have been able to have this experience. And I’m thrilled that I was able to share it with you all.