Early in the novel, Rebecca and Lizzie are sitting in Park Slope's Tea Lounge making fun of the other mothers: "God, they're old," said Rebecca, pointing to the mothers arranged in a circle around a coffee table [...] "They spent their lives making an effort," Lizzie said, "and now they have the kid so they don't have to." "It's not like this in Tribeca ... I once took Abbie to the Washington Market playground, and I saw a hot woman pushing her kid on the swings. She turned out to be Christy Turlington. I felt so bad for the normal mothers in Tribeca. They must have such low self-esteem." "In Park slope we're Christy Turlington," Lizzie said. Full Article at Jezebel