
The Nina Diaries is a weekly column about a slightly neurotic New York fashionista. Set to improve herself and overcome her fashion neuroses, one credit card swipe at a time, Nina has enlisted therapist Dr B. to help her. Lord knows Nina isn't perfect. Dr. B knows it too. But Nina tries her best and, in the end, always manages to land on her Loubies. To err is human. To shop, divine.
"I'm ba-aack," I cheerily sang into Dr. B's face.
"So I see," said Dr. B. "Did you have a nice time?"
"In L.A.? Mmmmmmm, I wouldn't exactly say I had a 'nice time,' after all, I was sent to supervise my cousin Martin during his holiday furlough from prison."
Dr. B's head jerked up from her notepad. "You told me you were visiting family."
"Well, Marty is family. And he's not really in prison prison. That's just Marty's word for the fat camp he's been staying at for the past few months. He can't seem to shake those last 190 pounds. Or, rather, he can shake them...and it isn't pretty." Dr. B gave me a reprimanding look.
"Well I'm not here to talk about Marty," I sniffed. "I thought you wanted to know about my trip. I found it very very helpful."
"Really?" Dr. B was listening. "Go on, I'm listening."
"I'm not knocking the work you've been doing with me, but L.A. really made an impact and I think I should consider spending more time there. I was only there for 3 days, but really, in that brief time, I got a whole new perspective."
Dr. B waited for me to go on, "Go on."
"Well, it was more like one day really, if you don't count the travel days, and in that one day, heck, just during lunch really, I had an epiphany. I sat there in the booth, looking at the couple sitting at the table beside ours, they were wearing matching personal air purifiers around their necks. Then in the next booth was an 80-year-old woman with the hair and legs and lips of a 20 year old. Finally, across from me was a guy ordering 2 milk shakes and 4 cheeseburgers without the buns 'because he was on a diet.' Poor Marty."
Dr. B sat back and crossed her arms. "Nina, what does this have to do with you??"
"Don't you see Dr. B, in L.A., I'm normal!!!"