Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Easy Going, We'll Laugh Our Cares Away

Anyone remember that song? It's from "Follow That Bird," as in... a Sesame Street movie. SUE ME, I love(d?) that movie. 

I would sing this song as a child, and I'm pretty sure my mom has me singing it on tape while eating queso and tortilla chips without any clothes on. Ah, to be 17 again. JUST KIDDING! I was four, calm down.

Anyway, the song has been going through my mind the past few days because I've been reminded of how petty my own worries are. Easy going, we'll laugh our cares away, on this easy going, easy going day. 



It started Sunday when I went to a cycle class. I was invited by a friend to attend an event at Cycle House that included a 45 minute ride and then a small reception after. They were celebrating a huge monument. Let me backtrack — Cycle House is a cycling gym that donates money from their classes to help feed the hungry. Really amazing when you think about it. So they were celebrating the fact they had donated over 155,000 meals in almost two years. Truly inspiring.

During the ride, the last instructor, Nichelle, played Beyonce's "Halo." If you've never taken a cycling class, it usually alternates fast and medium tempo songs, and you ride like you are climbing up a mountain on your stationary bike. You use weights at one point, and it can be an intense workout if you let it be. The thing is that you control how hard it is to pedal. You can (and should) listen to the instructors, but if it gets to be too much, you can always lower the resistance. So during "Halo," when Bey sings

"Hit me like a ray of sun, burning through my darkest night"

Nichelle says, with the most passion and sincerity in her voice, as she's walking around and motivating people that are cycling their asses off, "WE'VE NEVER SEEN A DARK NIGHT! WE'VE NEVER BEEN WITHOUT A WARM MEAL!" And that really hit home for me. I am not a huge fan of "Halo," per say, but I know that I've never had to endure that type of curiousity or anxiousness, wondering where my next meal was coming from. I know that I will eat every day. But hearing her say that, it made cycling up that hill, through the sticky mud and rocks I was imagining myself climb up, all the more worth it once I reached the top. I had been worrying all day about bills and trips and how I need a new car. And some people don't know if they will eat breakfast in the morning, or have something to give their children for dinner. 

Realizing another person's worries, along with Nichelle's encouragement, I made it through the strenuous hill. And it felt really fantastic. Nothing in my life is that bad. I will be okay. Focus on those who might not be.

Fast forward to today. Have you guys heard of Jeannie Mai? If you care about fashion, beauty or anything related to style, you certainly know who she is. She's spunky, she has a million dollar smile, comes up with the best "mai-cabulary" (like "wearapy" instead of "therapy") and uses her last name to her advantage. (Mai style tips!) Anyway, I was looking her up (like I do with anyone else I get fascinated with) and I found a video where she discusses God. It's highly unusual to see someone in her shoes talk about her spirituality. But she talked about how she didn't believe in God at first, but how she did become to believe in him, and about her journey to get to where she was as a television host. She had the best quote: "God just downloaded the Holy Spirit into my heart." I love that because it's really that easy. Anyway, she mentioned that she would hike Runyon everyday and at one point she realized that getting to the top of the hill was much like getting to where you're going in terms of your career: if you have encouragement, you will always make it to the top, and you will always feel good about it. (See? There it is again.) So she had the idea to put a small box at the top of the hill that encouraged people to pray for each other: pray for their challenges, and offer words of encouragment. She left a shoe box with 10 pieces of paper and a pen, and a few weeks later the box was full of prayers in different languages, from all different religions, and people had brought their own paper and pens to write with. And when I heard that, it just struck a chord in my heart. Pray for other people's worries. What a novel thought. Surely it will make you forget your own worries, and remind you that your own aren't as dire as someone else's. 


After watching this, I started to read all about the devastation in Oklahoma. I grew up dealing with tornados and I remember, several times, when my mom would make me, my brother, and usually my best friend Jennifer (since she was over all the time!) get in the bathtub with Harley and Figaro, and pile up with blankets and pillows. One town close to ours, Jarrell, was completely destroyed. I recall the eerie, creepy feeling you get when you hear the tornado sirens; even the sky looks bizarre before a tornado hits... like you're in a movie. I remember having to hide in the halls in my sorority house in Fort Worth a few times, too. It always happen in the late Spring or early Summer, and it's just something you grow accustomed to dealing with, sadly. But watching this wreckage really tore me apart. I just can't imagine the pain these people are dealing with and will have to deal with for years to come. Again, just another reminder about how petty my worries are. Earlier that day I was aggrevated because some products didn't come in for my shoots. Meanwhile, some people were living their last few hours over in Oklahoma. 

Puts it in perspective, right?

I then see a video post on Facebook. It had a grabbing title: "This Kid Just Died." I, of course, click, and start to watch a 22-minute documentary titled "My Last Days: Zach Sobiech." I was brought to tears within the first five minutes, and sobbed the whole rest of the way through. Zach had osteosarcoma, a rare bone disease. He died yesterday, 5/20. But this video allows his legacy to live on, and allows him to always be able to touch the human soul and spirit. 

It, to me, is the perfect video, with a terrible, heartbreaking ending. You see him and his family and friends enjoying each other, loving each other, and at times getting emotional with each other, knowing that he won't live much longer to do the things he speaks of doing, like marrying his girlfriend, for instance. It just broke my heart to watch his baby sister speak of what he means to her, watching his parents talk about dealing with his impending death; when his girlfriend talks about what she fears the most (leaving the hospital after he passes). It really, really reminds you of all the petty things you gripe about and all the wonderful, beautiful things you take for granted. 

At one point, Zach says, "It makes you want to keep on going!" in response to a great gift he had just received, and it puts a knife through your heart. Because the fact is that he can't keep going, even if he wanted to. He has no choice... had no choice.

And he says the most exquisite thing towards the end. "It's really simple, actually. Try to make people happy." That was the goal. And his sweet mom, who put it so eloquently: "I think that's the blessing about cancer. You come out of denial." This family was not living like they were invincible. They knew, for a fact, they were not. Zach could be taken from them at any moment.

To be honest, I was crying from the content of this video, but also because I was thinking about how I would feel if I were the sister or girlfriend in this situation. There are parts of the video where they are just sitting and laughing with Zach while he plays the guitar, and in my mind, I keep thinking, "How is she smiling? And keeping herself so composed?" Because I would be a mess. The second I would laugh or smile with him, I'd be reminded that he might not be around tomorrow to laugh or be happy with. And that is the whole point of this video. To make people think, and to love and enjoy others. And to really embrace your  life.

Please take a minute (22, actually) and watch the video. You will not regret it. It will make you feel something. If it doesn't, you might not have a pulse. 
Also, donate to his fund, or buy his single on iTunes. God did bless you, Zach. 




I know that so many people die every day. Terrible things happen to everyone. We are all not without our own fears, anxieties, traumas, heartbreaks and tragedies. But I am glad that this video was a vessel to help others see that there are people out there with problems much bigger than our own, who are handling them as if they aren't problems at all. 

I hope you'll think twice before you complain now. I know I will definitely be checking myself before I whine about how long the valet is taking to get my car, or that my computer is running too slow, or complain about what I wish I had. What I want is what I've not got; what I need is all around me.


Sunday, May 12, 2013

Things that need to happen more in my 20's

I had the strangest realization today that the last sleepover I had was with my Mom, a month ago, when she came to visit. I haven't had a legit sleepover in ages, but that doesn't mean I don't communicate with my girlfriends about this particular idea on the reg. It just never comes into fruitition. We end up saying a big fat sleepover is going to happen, but then we get distracted and it's all shattered dreams.

This got me thinking about things I need to happen more in my 20's, before it becomes weird or negligent for me to do when I get into my 30's.



1. Have sleepovers
Hello! I need to have a sleepover. With air mattresses, sleeping bags, popcorn, Now & Then, The Breakfast Club, My Best Friend's Wedding, and some antics such as highlighting each other's hair and making homemade face masks. Then we all wake up the next day and have a boozy brunch.

2. Travel
I know eventually I will be tied down to a husband (I say that like it's going to be horrendous...) and children, and traveling won't be as often of an occurance as I'd like. I live in California and I have never been to San Diego or Santa Barbara. That is a travesty. Further, I've only been to Palm Desert twice, Dinseyland twice, and Magic Mountain once. HELLO? WHAT ARE THIS? Why is this my life? I should be on a vacation every weekend. 


3. Do crazy shit to my hair
I don't know... I am so conservative with my hair! Why is this? I guess it's because I had short hair growing up. But right now it's like, basically teased the eff out, and it's not growing. (I think it's also because I eat poorly.) But I should be chopping my hair off and getting rosegold highlights and just going nuts with my hair. Because this will not fly when I am a full-fledged adult. (I refuse to believe I am one right now.)

4. Date
Eh. This is fairly obvious. But I got to thinking about the guy I dated at the end of high school, and how we had the most passionate romance, like, ever, and I haven't had that since we ended things. Did this type of feeling die the moment I went on to college? I would like to meet a guy who makes me giddy to talk to him or let alone be around him. But I can't have that type of feeling if I don't date in the first place...



5. Get in the best shape of my life
When I was a senior in college, here is what happened: I woke up at 7:00, threw on a sorority tee and yoga pants, made scrambled eggs with a slice of Velveta; walked to my 8:00AM, then hit up Einstein's Bagels for a thin-sliced bagel with veggie schmear (light on the schmear); went to my American Dream class (it was a literary credit, and we got to read books like Fight Club. And I'm pretty sure my obsession with Twitter started at this point.) and then ate a healthy salad from Eden's Garden, the local salad shop. And I don't remember a majority of my day but I know I would go home, eat a Lean Cuisine for dinner, walk to night class and then spend two and a half hours at the gym from like 9-11:30. AND I WAS THE IN BEST SHAPE EVER. I had lean arms, I had a flat stomach, I had amazing legs... I was 21. I should be in the best shape of my life right now. I don't have to answer to anyone but myself. I make my own schedule (outside of work duties). Why am I not in tip-top shape? I should be the hottness. Let's be the hottness together!

I am publicly proclaiming that I am going to get super fit. My friend Trevor went dairy and gluten-free two eyars ago and said I should try it out. Dairy-free sounds like a form of torture, so I'm going to start with going gluten-free. It's not that bad, and there are a lot of food options, but I need to lay off the carbs. I was on a "no carb left behind" type of diet and it clearly isn't working for me here.

Join me on my quest to be the hottness, and come up with some 20-something bucket list items too. 


Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Landing a job in Los Angeles: what you need to know

I have gotten several emails the past few weeks (er, months) asking me about my job. Further, these emails go on to explain they've read my blog and relate to how I feel, the worries I have and had, and find comfort that someone else out there has the same anxieties, curiousity, faith and determination as them. Which thrills me beyond belief, because that's one thing I want this blog to do: be something people can to relate to.

Unfortunately, my days are long, and I rarely have time to write back on Facebook or email... so I figured I'd break down some of the key questions and concerns I get and answer as best I can. 

First off: I'm humbled that you all even took the time to write me, and that you think my job is awesome. I think my job is awesome too! But I'd be remiss if I didn't address a few things: I'm 26, this is my fifth job since I graduated, and only my second job in the entertainment industry. I should not be looked at as a mentor in any capacity, considering I'm still figuring things out. But I have a learned a few things in my four years (FOUR!!! OH MY GOD) here in Los Angeles that have been helpful, hurtful in some instances, and mostly just insightful. Attribute it to the ol' "lessons learned" file, folks.

Some of these emails have questions, which I'll respond to, but also I would like to offer some perspective, too. First one (identifying info blurred out, obviously):



I already responded to this lovely lady and got into how I got involved with my job. I have to commend her for something right off the bat though: MOVING! That is really half the struggle. I know everyone banks on moving to smaller markets to keep the competition at bay, and it's true that movies are filming more and more out of Lousiana, Texas, the Carolinas and New Mexico because it's cheaper and people are getting tax credits and shiz, but they're hiring all the people for those movies in California, because that's where everyone is cast, that's where all those who were cast agents, managers, publicists and basically anything and everything else in the entertainment industry live too. There are always technicalities and exceptions, but to quote a book I shouldn't have ever read in high school (He's Just Not That Into You), "Assume you're the rule. Not the exception."


It's a hard thing to come to terms with, I know. Basically, suck it up and move to Cali. 

Here's the other thing: I did not recommend any jobs at my company for her. Not because she isn't great or doesn't have the drive or ambition, but I honestly don't know what is available. And, if there were a hosting position open, I have no say so in that. BUT WHAT'S MOST IMPORTANTLY (please, someone catch which rap song I'm referencing by that) is that I don't refer people I don't know personally. Don't take it personal. (Heh.)

Of course I've had friends who introduce me to their friends and I pull favors from time to time, but the moment you refer someone and they're terrible, they not only tarnish their reputation, but your own. Just like I wouldn't recommend a beauty product I haven't tested and tried, I won't recommend or even pass along resumes unless I know the person. Or unless I have a specific feeling about them. :)


This email solicits the same response from the first email. But to further elaborate: I used to work with high profile agents and managers, and like a broken record, they'd consistently talk to me (besides asking when the latest FedEx pickup was) about how being in LA wasn't necessary — it was mandatory.

Living anywhere else is a risk. Nobody wants to hire you in another state. Well, okay, I'm aware of the exceptions. Like my sorority sister who landed an amazing job at NBCUni and was just transplanted to  LA from NYC (I'm assuming she had some amazing references and excellent interviews). But most recruiters are wondering this: "What happens if they get the job and six months later they end up hating the location and leaving?" Because you will hate LA. You will loathe this damn place. Not to mention, phone calls and Skyping are a lot more difficult than a candidate showing up at your audition location. You can't half-ass it if you really want to get somewhere.



Speaking of LA, and hating it... that's a fact of life. LA is not welcoming. It's not easy to navigate. (Hollywood? North Hollywood? Beverly Hills Adjacent?! Take the 101 to where?!) (Exhibit A.) It takes you an hour to get six miles on the highway; you have to validate everything because if you don't, you'll end up paying $12 in parking for a 10 minute quick-trip to Target. There are virtually no parking lots, just annoying structures that have tiny parking spots that won't fit a decent SUV. Everywhere valets, but it's $10-$20 and the valets expect a $5 tip. Getting a round of drinks is the equivalent to straight up pouring a tank of gas onto the concrete, instead of into your car. Every guy is either A) dirt poor and chasing his dream (I applaud you, dudes, but I am not your bank account), B) a mama's boy living off his Daddy's money (he's probably doing a ton of drugs), or C) he's self-made and loaded with too much gel in his hair and a sense that women are expendable.


Okay, enough with that. But really, LA is hard to love man. It's real hard. I always say this: give it two years. The first year, you're still trying to get your bearings, and make friends, and find a work-life balance. Or just find work in general. But then, after you pass the 12 month mark, you start to meet more people and enjoy LA for what it is.

Let's get this out of the way: it's beautiful. There's great weather ALL THE DAMN TIME! Also, there are beautiful trails to hike, and amazing restraurants to try and explore. There are beach towns that are so picturesque that you wonder if you're in a movie or not. Palm trees everywhere, the bomb diggity bakeries, probably the best shopping in a metro area, ever. If you are looking to live a healthier lifestyle, this place is great because you can always find a gluten-free, veggie, vegan option on any menu, and there are plenty of speciality food places to buy a meal too. (Makes it hard to go back to Texas sometimes.) There are farmer's markets every Sunday with the best produce, fruit and fish you can find. There are a ton of workouts to choose from: your typical gym, then specialty classes likes SoulCycle, PopPhysique, Barry's Bootcamp... and not to mention everything that is now popular around the country originated here: In 'N Out, Drybar... we have a lot to offer. And, if you look in the right places, you can meet some superb guys. There are a lot of awesome, interesting, inspiring people who live here.

I'm being serious, JLAW!

Bottom line: just remember that anything worth having isn't worth giving up on after six months.

Moving on...

I won't post this next email convo, but I had someone email me about wanting a PA position, but didn't have a resume. Then, when she responded two weeks later saying she had her resume, she never attached it.

My thoughts exactly, boo.
Here's the deal: if you are trying to sell yourself, always include your resume. Do not make the other person, the one that you're asking a favor from, do any of the work. Make it easy on them. After all, they are not working for you. If you need help, you might find people won't respond if you're making things difficult instead of laying it all out in front of them. Always attach your resume and a cover letter —better yet, put it all on your website and send a direct link to them. People initially may not want to respond, but then they see your credentials or like your writing style and BAM. You might have just made the connection you need.

If you need any inspiration to attach your work/video/resume etc. to your messages, by all means, read this article on Emily Belden. Emily and I follow each other on Twitter but we've never met. I think we "met" through the Twittersphere, and I instantly fell in love with her writing style. She's spent time pitching her book and now (forgive me, I'm not 100% up-to-date) has an editor AND a publisher — all good things for this chick. This article depicts why she's effing awesome. Also, she made her entire floor out of 60,000 pennies. PENNIES PEOPLE. Home Depot featured it on their Instagram; she's been written up everywhere for her penny passion. I mean, it's awesome. thepennyfloor.com

And if you're ever planning on writing a book, she pretty much murders it when it comes to her proposal. readthisproposal.com (I'm taking notes, for sure.)

With that said, I'm not going to keep posting emails, but I want to thank each of you for reaching out. It is my mission to respond to you all! I do read everything. It's just hard sometimes to balance things I'd like to do (like blog and write, which I rarely do these days) and let my creative juices flow and correspond through email.

To put a big, fat, red bow on this post, here are a few more things to remember:

  • People don't have time. They just don't. Asking for 10 minutes of someone's time is harder than asking someone for a $10,000 loan, especially if you don't know the person. I did this all the time when I first moved here. I asked for a coffee date, 10 minutes on the phone, an informational interview. I wanted to meet everyone and make those connections! I had wonderful people give me their time. (I plan on giving people my time!) But make it worth their while. Because let's be honest... meeting people you don't know at all can be tragic. Online dating, anyone? 
  • Get involved. I don't care if it's a basketball league at your gym or your alumni association, find a group to be a part of. It will be an easy segway to network and meet people, who will introduce you to other people. (Novel concept!) Some of the best connections I made in LA were due to my alumni crew out here. (Just don't be the drunk idiot at the game watching parties. Everyone will hate you.) 
  • Know your passion and FOCUS. The minute you start thinking you can do everything, you will fail. If you came out to LA to be on reality TV, own that and go after it. Why do you think  top athletes are where they are today? They practiced their crafts for years. (For eva-eva?) After a few months of failure, don't decide you're not getting there fast enough, and that you'd be better suited at something else, and switch careers to get a quick fix — because then you're back to square one. Find one thing you love, go after it, and keep going until you succeed. Hell, find one thing you're good at and go after it. You will build your way up to attain your goals and then be able to spread your wings. For example, and forgive me, but you all know I adore Clay Matthews. Homeboy comes from a long line of professional athletes. In high school, he had about a .01% chance of making it to the big leagues. His dad even refused to start him, allegedly, because he was undersized. But he decided to go with his gut: he wanted to be a part of the USC tradition in his family, so he applied, got accepted and managed to walk-on to the football team. A risky decision, but you all know how that story ends up.
  • Don't make excuses. If you keep making excuses for why you can't get a job, you will never get it. Make it happen. I really don't need to explain this. Just... do it? Damn Nike. 

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

What men wear to Coachella (2013)

When my traffic increases on my blog, I always hit up Statcounter to see why, since I don't post as frequently. The past two weeks my post "I'm a dude, what the hell do I wear to Coachella?" has been the #1 source of traffic, and it reminded me that a few weeks ago I created a bunch of new inspiration boards for the boys to use, especially for 2013.

For whatever reason, blogger hasn't been letting me embed things. So here's the link to men's pants, men's tops, and men's shoes for the festival.



So gents, enjoy. And remember, it gets cold at night, so bring a jacket and jeans; pack SPF 30 or higher, reapply every two hours, wear a hat and sunglasses at all times, and drink plenty of water. (Make sure it's water not mixed with vodka the entire time.) HYDRATE, PEOPLE!

And, for the ladies, we have whole load of stuff on the site aimed just for you. Some beauty inspo:

Coachella hair inspiration
Coachella nail inspiration
My personal Coachella inspo board