The Talls vs. The Talls
Heather and LuAnn are very excited to get their eyebrows waxed in the Boom Boom Bar. LuAnn's eyebrows are fabulous, of course.
Heather doesn't flinch. LuAnn is right, this does seem unusual. Could it be her altitude? Heather is tall. Sonja is tall. I am tall (5'6"). Aviva is tall. LuAnn is taller. Still, even at six feet, most of my jokes sail right over her head. I'm not sure why Sonja thinks LuAnn gets all the attention. She doesn't. I think it's Sonja's nice way of saying, "It's not all about you, all the time." Here's the issue about who enters which room when matters in television, and why Sonja has a valid reason to be upset. The show only uses one entrance so it's always best to be the one who walks in first. It makes it appear as though it's your scene. You get to address the maitre d' or say "hello" to the shopkeeper, it’s an old soap opera trick. Watch me shove my way to the front in future episodes.
What is said at beauty parlors and eyebrow bars doesn't stay there. I think it's good form and also gracious to be aware and considerate of your friends, so I agree with Heather. If it bothers Sonja and it's not that big of a deal, let her walk in first once in awhile. This isn't Tall Girl Syndrome, it's run of the mill narcissism. I have no problem with it. Most of the men I'’ve dated are narcissists. They're fun, they entertain, they're tall.
I love Ranjana. She is one of my dearest friends; she and her husband Naeem are like family to me and I'm a little Caroline Manzo about that. Don't f--k with my family. I love afternoons at my place with Ranjana, we catch up and sip tea from mugs. (I bought them in London!) In this scene, we're sitting on a couch that my mother-in-law had custom made in the 1960s. She loved decorating. She has impeccable taste and her fashion and design sense was sought after all over the world. This couch made its debut in a Vogue fashion shoot decades ago and then reappeared in the music video for my cute casual boyfriend Russ' song "Manhattan." I've gotten offers for that couch that could fund a summer home in the South of France for Sonja and I, but it's too sentimental for me. I'll never let it go. It's one of the few things I still have from my old life and reminds me of the early years with my husband.