Oh Jeez...

Progress

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 23:29:42 -0700

I almost had an anxiety/panic attack today, but then I didn’t. I didn’t take extra meds, I didn’t take drastic measures, I didn’t call my parents and worry them. I was in a perfectly pleasant situation, but the panic set in regardless. I took charge, I was strong and I’m okay. Progress.

Hello Again

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 19:24:40 -0700

Hello my lovely abandoned Tumblr blog. I’m really only here to post a quote which I came across while reading The Rainbow, by D.H. Lawrence. Since I really do abhor seeing other people post inspirational quotes on social networks, I struggled for a long time before deciding to post this. My reasoning is twofold. Firstly, no one reads my Tumblr, therefore no one will be annoyed; secondly, I happened upon this passage organically while reading the book, and did not go searching for it to showcase my literary prowess. And now, without further ado, here’s D.H. encapsulating my life right now: “…gradually the cloud of self-responsibility gathered upon her. She became aware of herself…that she must go somewhere, she must become something. And she was afraid, troubled. Why, oh why must one grow up, why must one inherent this heavy, numbing responsibility of living an undiscovered life? In the obscurity and pathlessness, to take a direction! How even take one step? And yet, how stand still? This was torment indeed, to inherent the responsibility of one’s own life.”

Today is not a good day, but let me tell you why

Tue, 17 Apr 2012 13:34:45 -0700

[Spoiler alert, this is a pity party post.]

I had an easier time going down the birth canal than I did getting to work this morning
I have to go to the dentist for the first time in I don’t know how many years and Lucifer knows what kind of fuckery he’s going to find in my mouth
My time off request has not yet been approved
My boss is an tactless douche bag who doesn’t read emails, can’t understand there’s more than one way to approach a problem, and gleefully embarrasses you in front of the whole company when you speak in “passive voice.” I HAVE GOT no respect for you. It HAS GOTTEN to the point that I’d rather jam bamboo shoots through my eardrums than listen to you. How’s that for passive voice?
I do everything and go everywhere alone, and while I love my independence, it’s nice when people at least feign to care

I cannot concentrate to save my life

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 16:18:58 -0700

I’ve been at work all day, with legit shit that needs to get done, and so far I have:

Exhausted all my social media accounts multiple times
Read up on the latest celeb gossip and fashion
Watched every single Ellen DeGeneres Show clip on YouTube (WHY?)
Looked at, fawned over, and re-pinned about a 1,000 things on Pinterest
Eaten, as a form of entertainment
Listened to the masterful, always-on-key Blame it on Rio soundtrack
Moisturized my damn dry hands 75 times

I don’t know why I can’t seem to buckle down and do work. Could it be because I have to revise a PR Plan for the 700th time? Or that I have to write a new one? Or maybe because I have to decipher hand-written notes on a document and make corrections, because, you know, there’s no such thing as TRACK CHANGES.

Or, maybe, MAYBE - because all the above is SO MIND-NUMBINGLY BORING that I cannot be bothered to even glance at it until 5:30 p.m., when I try to hastily write a few coherent sentences before 6 p.m. when I can leave this freezing, polar ice cap purgatory.

DOWNTON ARBY’S. THIS IS THE BEST THING I’VE...

Thu, 29 Mar 2012 14:05:00 -0700

DOWNTON ARBY’S. THIS IS THE BEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN. EVER.

Watching TV with my mom

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 11:32:07 -0700

Whenever I’m looking forward to watching a certain movie or TV show, no matter how much I’d like to watch it with my mom, I always know it’s a bad idea. Not only does she talk to the screen during crucial you-better-hear-this-or-nothing-will-make-sense moments, but she also calls out the plot before they’ve ever shown it. I GET that most things are predictable, but I do not need to hear, “SHE KILLED HIM! SHE WAS THE ONE!” when I’m so fully captivated by the action on the screen.

Oh, and if there’s a climatic romantic moment that is the culmination of two hours (or two seasons) of sexual tension, my mom will ruin it EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. While I’m holding back tears, imagining myself in place of the female heroine and watching the movie with the intensity of a thousand suns, this will be my mom:

“Okay, okay, just kiss her already Darcy! You’ve stringed me along long enough!”

“FINALLY! They have been dragging this out for two seasons!”

I cannot even begin to describe HOW MUCH THIS INFURIATES ME! MOM, SHUT UP! I’m trying to watch and I’m so fully invested and YES THIS IS MORE THAN JUST A MAKE BELIEVE STORY TO ME AND WHY DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND ME!

For Women, the Work Behind the Beauty

Fri, 23 Mar 2012 14:38:41 -0700

An Op-Ed piece I wrote for Ianyan Mag. :)

Unless a man is supernaturally perceptive or goes through the same rigors of everyday life that women do in preparation for an alternate lifestyle or sex change, he’s just not going to get why you spend so much time, energy or money on certain things. And I realize all the things I’m about to impart on you concern cosmetics and vanity, and yes, I fully agree that the value of a person isn’t and shouldn’t be based on their outward appearance. In fact, I couldn’t agree more. That said, there is an undeniably positive bias toward good-looking people, and I think it’s fair to say that most women, to some degree or another, strive to achieve the (impossible) standard of beauty perpetuated by the mainstream media.

As a people of the mountainous Caucasus region, we are a hairy bunch. Unfortunately, evolution has not yet caught up with us and we’ve still got a generous pelt of protective hair to help against the elements, since, you know, clothes just aren’t enough. Guys, here’s where the injustices of the world come into play, because while the ladies in your life go through hell and back to groom themselves, it’s perfectly alright for men to let bodily hair grow free and wild – and have it be ok.

When men go to the barber, it’s usually a pretty quick affair. A speedy trim, maybe a nice close shave, and off to the rest of the day. When women go to the salon, that is the day. Between wash, cut, color (and I’m talking only one process) and styling, a women can spend anywhere from two to five hours at the salon. Throw in highlights, lowlights, mani/pedi, maybe a Brazilian blow out and any of the salon’s professional hair removal services and we are talking a full day ordeal. Granted, I’d wager many women enjoy a lovely salon day, however, it would be really great, every now and then, to let it all hang out and only devote a tiny sliver of time to hair care like men do.

And while we’re on the topic of hair – men, have you ever experienced the blood-curdling feeling of having hair in some of your most sensitive areas ripped out by the root? Perhaps the agony of an electrical current surging through each individual hair follicle, or the heat of a laser singeing not only your hair but also the top layer of your epidermis, casting the smell of burning flesh into the air? No? Well, while you complain that you have to shave your facial hair every day, please take note that women have to do any combination of the following on the daily: pluck, shave, thread, wax, sugar, epilate, bleach, and depilate. Also, (ask any honest women) all that effort is mostly for your benefit, so, you’re welcome.

There’s no denying that the significant women in your life do indeed take a long time to get ready. And though it can be annoying when you’re running late, please consider that while you’ve simply taken a five-minute shower and slipped on some jeans and a t-shirt, the women in the house have to go through a ritual which could rival building an Ikea shelf with a flathead screwdriver because you’ve lost the Allen wrench that came in the package. In addition to taking a shower which involves hair washing, conditioning, face/body cleansing and shaving, there’s also a lot more thought that goes into picking out clothes than “this smells clean.”

That, coupled with hair care and makeup application can take the average woman at least a couple of hours on a good day, and forever if her hair is not cooperating, her new foundation is the wrong color or those jeans on which the entire rest-of-her-outfit was based on have a stain. If all these steps seem pretty exasperating, well, they are – for all parties involved. Some girls primp because when you look good you feel good. Others do it for male attention. Either way, if you’ve every overlooked a plain-looking lady for a done-up one, or have secretly wished that your girlfriend would put on some makeup before you guys go out, you should have no problem understanding our motivation.

Of course, there are loads more I could add to this list, and I’m sure men would have no problem creating a list of their own about women. I think the reason that men are unable to fully grasp certain facets of being a woman, such as the grooming-related habits listed above, is because they are largely responsible for creating these constructs by valuing beauty over substance. And, as much as this archaic view of an individual drives vanity, everyone (including women) is guilty of it. Nonetheless, it’s an idea that is cemented in our culture for better or worse. In other words: guys, we get that you like pretty, but please understand that pretty doesn’t just happen for most women; it takes work.

Using British English in my Everyday Vernacular

Mon, 19 Mar 2012 18:09:22 -0700

I was born and raised and still live in Los Angeles. However, I’m also a pretty major anglophile and I really really really want to use Brit words/slang in my everyday life. The thing is, I know I’m going to sound so dumb if I do, because not only is American English so bland, but LA English specifically does not have an accent. There’s no southern drawl, and we don’t add character by dropping the “r” in words like car or yard. Here are the things I’d love to say on the daily:

Rubbish
Gutted
Bollocks
Bloody
Bastard
Duffer
Dustbin
Gobsmacked
Brilliant
Cheeky
Naughty bits
Fanny around
Fancy (as in, I fancy you)
Jumper (instead of sweater)
Nail varnish (instead of polish)
Presenter (instead of host)
Hen doo (instead of bachelorette party)
Pudding (instead of dessert)
Pub (instead of bar)

I. AM. OBSESSED. Especially that “hee hee hoo ha ha”...

Thu, 15 Mar 2012 15:39:26 -0700

I. AM. OBSESSED. Especially that “hee hee hoo ha ha” part. Gets me every time!

Why does cut fruit look so appealing?

Thu, 15 Mar 2012 15:19:01 -0700

One of the great things about living in LA is that pretty much all year round, there’s large amounts of delicious fruit to be had. That said, at any given time, my kitchen will be stocked with apples, oranges, bananas, pears, grapes, etc. and I will not touch a single one of them. Eventually, if I don’t feel bad and make some sort of fruit filled cake, pie or bread, they will go bad and have to be thrown out, and it’s really a shame.

Oh, but get me in a supermarket produce section and I see PRE-CUT fruit, like a fucking moth to a flame, I’m ALL over it.

Why is it so much more appealing?! Is it the presentation? Maybe the fact that I have to put zero effort in? I mean, I know I’m lazy, but is this hitting a new low?

THIS IS AMAZING.

Thu, 16 Feb 2012 14:35:20 -0800

THIS IS AMAZING.

I remember receiving this magazine at home when I was in seventh...

Mon, 13 Feb 2012 17:21:00 -0800

I remember receiving this magazine at home when I was in seventh grade and being ELATED. I must have read the Spice Girls article and looked at the pictures a million times. I was just so awestruck that a high-fashion magazine like Vogue would put such a mainstream/pop act on their cover, that I devoured it. I remember the writer was a bit snarky, and wasn’t too thrilled to be interviewing the Spice Girls. I believe she said that none of them had particularly good voices, but that Mel C. was probably the best, although she was a bit of a screamer. She also said that Mel B. was the most naturally pretty.

My junior high response to that reporter was whatever! (complete with the patented Clueless hand gesture). My current response to that reporter is still whatever! (this time without the hand gesture). How could someone not be exited to interview the Spice Girls?! I mean, maybe she didn’t buy the lollipops and collect the stickers that came with them in her Hello Kitty sticker book, but I did, and I would have loved an article from someone who was as stoked to write it as I was to read it.

mythicbitch: Day 1 - A Song From Your Childhood. Spice Girls -...

Mon, 13 Feb 2012 12:32:00 -0800

mythicbitch:

Day 1 - A Song From Your Childhood.

Spice Girls - Something Kinda Funny

I picked this song, because even though it was more from my pre-teen years rather than my childhood, I can’t remember a song that I listened to as much as this one. I was definitely one of those huge Spice Girls fans. I still own all the CDs and the movie. Certain things just stick with me. This was always my favorite song of theirs though. I have all of their songs on my ipod now and when they come on sometimes I’ll listen to them or sometimes I’ll skip them.. but this one I always listen to. It’s just such a fun song.

Why are the Spice Girls so good? Every single song is magic. I played their first album, Spice, on repeat on my portable CD player until that gold spice ring was WORN OUT. Something Kinda Funny was always under the radar in that it was not released as a single, but DAMN IT’S SO EFFING GOOD.

I have been listening to this song on repeat for two days now,...

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 13:56:03 -0800

I have been listening to this song on repeat for two days now, and I have no intention of stopping. WHY IS IT SO GOOD?

What PR Pros Can Learn from “Downton Abbey”

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 11:24:19 -0800

So, as the resident period piece lover of my office, I was made to write the below post for the company blog, because believe-you-me, I don’t really blog about PR in my spare time.

But since it is Downtonian and since I did take all that time to Photoshop the beautiful image accompanying this post, I shall put it up here.

P.S. My boss thought that Downton was misspelled and tried to catch me out. “You have a typo in this. Isn’t it supposed to be Downtown?” me: -___- AMATEUR.

P.P.S. Don’t feel bad if your Photoshop skills are not up to par with mine. Not everyone is blessed with such amazing talent.

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It has been well-documented that I am ~~obsessed~~ quite fond of British period drama, “Downton Abbey.” As much at it provides me an escape, a glimpse back at the Edwardian Era and costume envy material for life, “Downton” is also must-see TV for PR pros out there. Here’s why (WARNING - SPOILER ALERT):

Get your facts straight: So much of the action in Downton is set into motion by the downstairs staff, who gleans information by eavesdropping or overhearing private conversations. Because they work in such close proximity to the aristocratic family they serve, it’s understandable that there would be occasions when staff would be in the middle of a family scuffle or interaction. However, in the case of Lady Grantham’s maid Sarah O’Brien, missing a few key sentences of a conversation not only led to a pre-meditated plot to injure her employer, but also the unforeseen repercussion of killing the Lady’s unborn baby and heir to the Grantham estate!

This could have all been avoided if O’Brien had a PR-minded confidant among the downstairs staff to vent to. What self-respecting publicist would ever suggest distributing a press release or sending a pitch without confirming facts?

Don’t burn bridges: As members of the PR industry, we all know that dissing a writer from www.ibloginmymom’sbasement.com for a bad review is a huge no-no. Why? Because nine times out of ten, that same writer will be on your media list as reviews editor at the Los Angeles Times in three years and will want nothing to do with you. Wish some wise publicist would have shared that anecdote with eldest daughter Lady Mary Crawley when she turned down an offer of marriage from Matthew Crawley, the love of her life, when it looked like he’d no longer be rolling in the dough as heir of Downton Abbey. Inevitably, things do work out in Matthew’s favor and he does remain the heir, but guess what? He doesn’t want anything to do with Mary anymore.

Exclusives, first-breaks and world premiers: Mega-powerful journalist tycoons are second only to the CIA or FBI in terms of knowing top secret information and having a chokehold on the pulse of politics. When the sinister Vera Bates - wife of well-meaning valet to Lord Grantham – threatened to engulf the Crawley family in some serious handsome-dead-dignitary-in-eldest-daughter’s-bed scandal, there was only one person who could set things right. In exchange for her salacious story, newspaper magnate Sir Richard Carlisle offers Vera a great sum of money, but not without making her sign an ironclad agreement that she will not go to any other outlet with the news. Of course, what Vera doesn’t know is that Sir Richard is engaged to Lady Mary, and has absolutely no intention of running the story, as it will do some severe damage to his fiancé’s honor. Believe you me, I would never want to cold call a journalist like Sir Richard, but you’ve got to admit, the man knows how to lock in an exclusive.

Things that happened

Tue, 31 Jan 2012 15:45:00 -0800

I just took a five minute nap in the handicap toilet stall of the ladies restroom in my office building, because my eyelids were so heavy and my typing so slurred and incomprehensible that I was about to crash my head into my desk if only to have a surface to rest it upon for a full eight hour sleep.
My Netflix account has created possibly the most niche category for me based on my viewing history: Romantic period pieces based on classic literature. Not just period pieces or movies based on books. Netflix got real specific on my ass. Oh well, no use denying the truth!
I got this edit on a document yesterday: “Commas should be used to separate a thought - make sure you’re using them correctly. Let me know if you have questions about this.” TO ME. ME!! THANKS FOR THAT LESSON, MOTHER HEN. GO TO HELL.

Oh, Etta. I do want a Sunday kind of love. Rest in peace.

Fri, 20 Jan 2012 10:41:52 -0800

Oh, Etta. I do want a Sunday kind of love. Rest in peace.

Look what finally came yesterday...

Thu, 12 Jan 2012 18:51:51 -0800

My official 2012 Downton Abbey calendar!!

It is now hanging regally in my cube:

I can honestly say that now counting down the days of the year is so much more pleasurable.

And for my next Downtonian purchase, the gorgeous “Tea with the Granthams” set! Behold:

I’m sure Mrs. Patmore could bake up some delicious scones to go with the tea.

I realize that I’m obsessed. I don’t care. In fact, I’m systematically making sure that all my friends, family and even coworkers are watching. If loving you is wrong Downton, I don’t wanna be right.

mrsjohnbates: So this is how I feel right now This is pretty...

Mon, 09 Jan 2012 16:19:10 -0800

mrsjohnbates:

So this is how I feel right now

This is pretty much how I feel all the time (said as I’m sitting in my cube with one headphone in, re-watching ((re-listening, really)) to Downton, season one, episode one on the PBS website).

At my most favorite place in the world, doing my most favorite...

Wed, 28 Dec 2011 16:57:25 -0800

At my most favorite place in the world, doing my most favorite thing in the world.

It’s of course the lovely and historic Biltmore Hotel in Downtown Los Angeles. I do feel just a bit Downton here. Where are Sybil, Edith and Mary?