Jan 25, 2015

My (10 Minutes) With Miley

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One of the best aspects of this job is getting to interview people in the spotlight about what their definition of "beauty" is. The topics of hair, makeup and skin care are, by definition, superficial. But I relish when I get to ask someone about the best beauty advice they ever received, what they'd tell their adolescent selves, and play some fun games, too. (Because, hey, why not get some tips or tricks out of it?)

Miley Cyrus is a pop culture phenom, and meeting her in person was a lovely experience. She was in great spirits, had a down-to-earth demeanor — talking to her was like talking to one of my friends from elementary school. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind, and I appreciate the genuine answers she gave me.

Here are two of the interviews! We broke them into four separate videos. (The other two will be up soon!)

Miley Cyrus: "There isn't a formula for 'pretty.'"

Miley's Guide To...

Jan 15, 2015

Career Advice on Recycle Novelty

When Whitney emailed me and asked to contribute to her blog series, #IMaGIRLBOSS, I was totally flattered. 

Check out her post! I get frequent emails asking how I got my start and what I did to get my current job, and I think this will help give you some perspective.


Jan 5, 2015

Your Fitness Crisis is Resolved: Enter ClassPass

Upon my return to Austin, Texas for the holidays, my best friend let me in on her new fitness secret: ClassPass.


It's a booking app, and for $99 a month, you get to attend every class that offer at least three times. I know $99 is a hefty price to pay to get in shape, but if you're like me, I was thrilled at the thought of getting in on ClassPass because:

1. I love classes because I tend to slack without someone motivating me (and I end up plateauing)
2. $99 is nothing, considering most of the classes offered are at least $20 a pop for a single session -  it pays for itself in just four classes. 
3. I like to switch things up! I get bored.

I looked into ClassPass and duh, it was available in LA. So I signed up and was put on a wait list, which didn't last long — I was approved about two days later and was able to start booking classes. 

Right now, I'm signed up for five classes, each one different: reformer pilates, Crossfit, boot camp, Flywheel (cycling), and Pure Barre. There are even some classes I didn't know existed, like Training Mate, an Australian-inspired in WeHo that trains your like a rugby player, plus fan favorites like Pop Physique, Bar Method, Barry's Bootcamp. Other offerings include yoga, zumba, burlesque, boxing, surfing and more. 

You book based on location and the time you want to work out, and ClassPass creates a list of all the workouts available to you. 

And because they will charge you $20 for each missed class, you're really motivated to get moving and attend! I'm going to keep everyone posted on my progress. 

If you need to put your membership on hold, it's only $19 a month. Not too shabby.

Here's a complete list of cities ClassPass is available in. Just request an invite and wait for an opening!

Dec 12, 2014

If you haven't any charity in your heart, you have the worst kind of heart trouble. -- Bob Hope

This post is originally from March 2011.

Today, give a stranger one of your smiles. It might be the only sunshine he sees all day. -- H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

There's this guy who works the service elevator that has a very strong accent.  I can barely understand what he is saying when he talks to me.  A few weeks ago, my boss was out for a few days and I had to perform his daily duties, which included using the service elevator to get the mail. 

I was dreading it.

I'm usually a very outgoing, friendly person.  Heck, this morning I sat down at Starbucks with two people while waiting for my drink because they striked up a convo while I was in line.  Not like I need to say this (but obviously I feel like I should), I have empathy for people.  I cry at that stupid Chipmunks movie (the animated one) because some baby penguin lost its Mom.  And don't get me started on How the Grinch Stole Christmas (the Jim Carrey version).

However, I would pray this particular man wouldn't be the attendant when I needed to go downstairs. I'd bring my headphones to look preoccupied so he wouldn't talk to me.  But he always did.  He would ask me where I was from and then forget and ask me again the next day.  He would ask me about where my ancestors are from and go on to tell me that German women are "the best, strongest women."  (I can't argue with him.)  He'd repeat a lot of what he was saying and I was finding myself annoyed to no end.

I came into work one day the next week and I found a Kitson gym bag on my chair.  I figured it was from my boss (he's always leaving me magazines and samples and whatnot) and called to tell him thanks, but he had no idea what I was talking about.  It was pretty bizarre. 

That day my boss asked me to deliver the mail, so of course I had to take the service elevator.  As I got in, I saw it was the guy I dread talking to. 

"Hello, good to see you!  You look very nice today," he says.
"Do you like your bag?"

My heart immediately sank.  This man got me the gym bag. 

"You got me that?"
"Yes, I thought you would like it.  My daughter likes hers so I figured you would too," in his broken English.

Honestly, it took every bone in my body not to break down and cry.  It's so true, that you don't know how you will affect people or what you might be doing for them, just by carrying on a simple conversation.  We never talked about anything deep, and our conversations were always less than two minutes.  Plus, what if that was my Dad?  I couldn't handle how I had originally thought about him. I thanked him and you can bet that now I happily talk to this man. 

There is no greater loan than a sympathetic ear. -- Frank Tyger

There's this guy that works in the sports and entertainment division of our office and we always give each other a hard time.  He's one of the younger agents and he's hilarious.  Of course we have a senseless banter type of thing going on, and yesterday I noticed he got a box from ProFlowers in the mail.  I thought this was hilarious -- a guy was getting flowers? I couldn't WAIT to harass him about it.

I go to deliver them and he's on the phone, but I hand them to him.  "These are for me?" 

Oh yeah.  I started in on how someone must be pulling out all the stops for him and I had no idea he liked flowers.  Blah blah blah. You know, harmless jabs.

He walks up to my desk a few minutes later with the flowers.  "Kirbie, these reminded me of you..."

"Why, because they look like funeral flowers?" (They did.)
"Well, actually, funny you say that..."

I'M GOING TO HELL!  This poor guy's grandpa just died.  I really don't know how he wasn't sobbing.  I'd be a hot mess.  He was a good sport and laughed (thank the Lord), but he did mention how his grandpa had just gotten old and died at the age of 92.  That he was a good man. 

I told him I couldn't respond to him because I felt terrible, not to mention our working relationship consisted of me making fun of his clothing choices and he asking when my Sweet 16 would be, so it was just awful. 

What am I trying to say here?  Be careful of other people. Yes, careful. Show thought when speaking to others and give them attention. Smile to people you don't know, be kind when it's hard to be, because you never know what could be going on.  Stop focusing on how you feel and what you want to do and open your heart to how you can be a joy to someone else.  The greatest commandment God has given us is to love others, even through the hard times; their struggles, through our struggles, through the successes, failures, and even the mundane and complacent.

Hopefully everyone reading doesn't see me as a terrible monster after this, but if anything, my empathy quotient has gone through the roof!

An anxious heart weighs a man down, but a kind word cheers him up. -- Proverbs 12:25

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