A couple weeks ago I taped an amazing episode of the Tyra Banks Show! I am biting my tongue not to tell you all about it, because I signed one of those contracts that hands over my firstborn if I tell what happened. Which is hard for us writers--we're encoded to tell people what happened. Immediately. (Don't worry, I will blab at the soonest possible moment. The episode will broadcast next week.)

I will share some backstage gossip: the lovely stylists put me in a gorgeous DVF dress and very high 4" heels with tiny points, rendering me approximately the best I've ever looked. I was thrilled about this until 3 minutes before I was to go on air, when a friendly producer put me just off stage, and pointed to a runway that I needed to "strut" down before turning to meet Tyra. In high heels. On camera. In front of a live audience.

Which brings us to a pivotal point: Tall girls don't know how to walk in heels. And who struts? Short people who want to be noticed.

Spoiler: I didn't spill. For this, I feel I served us tall girls well.