The Higher the Hair, the Closer to God
Lilly explains why she skipped the BBQ and ponders Reza's gay life crisis.
Episode 2 is a whirlwind. It’s refreshing to me that it begins with GG and MJ spending time together -- sober. GG seems really embarrassed for getting that drunk at the restaurant, so hopefully I’ll get to see this side of her more.
Asa’s dinner with her family looks very lovely but the topic of conversation (Asa’s employment/degree status) is oh so too familiar of a painful conversation for most Persian kids. Asa is an artist. She creates things: music, photography, paintings. To typical Persian parents, art or music are not jobs, they’re hobbies. In Persian families, it is common for parents push their children to be either a: doctor, lawyer, engineer, or dentist. Education is valued very highly, and if you don’t have a degree and fall into one of those occupational categories you’re almost made to feel like a disappointment. I hope that the new generation of Persian-American parents will begin to drop this pressure on their children and let them embrace their dreams.
I am an attorney by trade, but a designer and entrepreneur by heart. I can relate to how Asa is feeling because I have been in her shoes. I didn’t want to disappoint my parents, so I went the good Persian girl route and attended law school after college. Once I became an attorney and satisfied their dreams, I decided to pursue mine in design and beauty (hence my swimline HaveFaith.com and my soon to be released eyelash line LillyLashes.com).
This episode you see a glimpse into my house and my daily routine before work. If you haven’t already noticed I love big Texas hair. Sometimes my hair is bigger than my whole body, but where I’m from, the bigger the hair, the closer to God!
You also get to meet our assistant Jill this episode. Jill is an amazing employee and we couldn’t live without her.
I apologize for sharing with the world a very not so glamorous aspect of the swimwear business -- soiled swimsuits (aka "crotch juice")! Although it is gross to think about, it really is a huge problem in our industry. Women often return swimwear for a store credit, attempt to exchange sizes, or simply bring back suits borrowed for photoshoots in a dirty condition. It is not only unsanitary; it is flat right disrespectful.
The scene with MJ and her father is very endearing. I am glad to see she has a loving relationship with her father. I was very taken back by how rudely her and her mother interacted in Episode 1, so to see this close bond with her other parent is very refreshing.After the dinner disaster, Reza and I decided to have lunch. Asa had so kindly invited me to her friend’s BBQ that was taking place the following day. To be honest, I didn’t want to go. A backyard BBQ is much more of an appropriate time to drink and be wild. I’m thinking to myself, if this group acted like they did at dinner, I can’t even imagine what a BBQ will be like!
I don’t drink alcohol, and I especially don’t tolerate drunken arguing and fighting, so I just don’t want to put myself in a situation where I feel that may occur. I loved Asa at the dinner, so I wanted to go anyway out of respect for her. Thankfully, Reza didn’t think it was such a good idea I go either, so we both decided I would politely pass.
Mike’s date is so cute! I love Jessica, I think she is beautiful, classy, and looks like she really cares for Mike. Who cares if she’s not Persian or Jewish. Life is too short not to be happy. Follow your heart Mike, choose love!
Reza’s gay life crisis is hilarious to me. Although he would look super hot in daisy dukes driving a Ferarri, Adam seems to be an amazing guy, so I think he needs to reconsider his crisis. As Reza said himself, “Adam’s good.” It is rare to find genuine, loving, “good” guys in LA. If you’ve found someone special Reza, do the right thing and commit!
The episode ends with the anticipated BBQ. After watching what happened there I can’t even comment other than to say AMEN I didn’t go.
In case you haven’t noticed it, this season is going to be a wild ride. Hold on to your seats everyone, and I’ll see you next Sunday!