Archives– September 2009:

Talking Tall on NPR
Posted September 18th, 2009 @ 4:53 am PST

I had a blast talking tall yesterday for an hour on Philadelphia's NPR station (which, I might add, I was raised on--I went to high school at Germantown Academy), on Radio Times with Marty Moss-Coane. Marty's a pro, and asked quite possibly the best tall questions I've fielded in six months of talking tall. 

I'm out of breath at the beginning because I got caught in New York City traffic, and ran the final ten blocks in the rain to get to my publisher's landline in time. (Producer on cell phone 9 minutes before start: "Arianne, this is a live interview. This is a disaster.") Yes, like many many authors, this author has asthma. It's usually not a job hazard. Listen here.

Your Morning Depression, Brought To You By the NYT
Posted September 13th, 2009 @ 4:44 am PST

From Michael Winerip's "In Her Fifties, Looking for Love" piece, chronicling the single life of the lovely Christine Shiber, 57:

If it feels as if the remarriage odds are bad for a woman in her 50s, they are. According to 2001 census data, 41 percent of women 50 and over whove been divorced have remarried, while 58.4 percent of divorced men that age are remarried.

Thats the biggest remarriage gap for all age groups, said Dr. Francesca Adler-Baeder of the National Stepfamily Resource Center at Auburn University. Among the divorced, the least marriageables in our society are older women, highly educated who make a good salary.

Studies show men tend to marry down someone slightly younger, less educated, making less money, Dr. Adler-Baeder said. Women in their 50s literally dont have a visible pool of eligible men around them.

And if shes tall on top of that, Dr. Adler-Baeder said, the pools even smaller.

Ms. Shiber is 5 feet 9.

Sigh. I'd like to point out that Dr. Adler-Baeder is working under the very American assumption that a woman must-absolutely-must (!) date a man taller than she is. Or else the whole world order could be upended. Or something.

This is particularly nutsy assumption given that men in their fifties are much more comfortable with taller women in general. And that this one silly assumption cuts the already-small middle-aged dating pool down by two-thirds, and results in a lot of solo tall middle-aged women who would prefer not to be solo.

Ladies, try looking down from time to time. Or at least in a vaguely southwesterly or southeasterly direction. There's good stuff there.

I Am The Tallest Woman In Istanbul
Posted September 6th, 2009 @ 2:51 am PST

I'm in Istanbul this week, where I am quite possibly the tallest woman in the city--I haven't seen anyone close in four days here! It's Ramadan, which means that half the city fasts all day, and the hunger, I think, extenuates the curiosity. Staring is a matter of course. (Though, a significant genius percentage of the population stays up all night eating happily at a local festival, and then sleeps all day, waking up just in time to nosh again at sundown. And they too stare.)

The only Turkish phrases I know? "Thank you very much," and "I know! I think you're kinda short."

Tallness aside, anyone have any suggestions for fun activities that Istanbul's tallest woman should try out? Shoot me an email at arianne [at]

Talking Tall with Tyra
Posted September 1st, 2009 @ 11:42 pm PST

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.

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