I have grown up in California my entire life. Of that entire life I have lived in the very VERY long shadow of LA. And it is the MOST annoying thing to live with when you're not a person who doesn't want to be in film or music. It affects every aspect of your life, from what you want to do (if you knit, your a freak. If you read, your even weirder), to who and how you date.
You see, in LA its all about who you know, who you date, and who you can make connections with. In fact, most dating in LA is done simply to make contacts and land a break; its a business deal with often times very little actual caring on one parties side (or perhaps even both). LA dating is NOT for the faint of heart. People there SAY they want love, but their love comes with "and so like...your going to make a lot of money right?" Its implied that you WILL become famous at something or another. And then it begins to dawn on those in the city that 'gee, maybe these girls/guys are only dating me because of who I know.'
'How would YOU know, if you don't like LA?' You're asking me.
Because, dear readers, somehow, some way, I have managed to find myself dating men in the industry. I blame it on the Stop Sign ticket I got. THAT is what started me on this downward spiral. I didn't WANT to date LA boys. They tend to have a hardness about them, and almost ALWAYS flaunt who they know and how many connections they have. Sadly, this is because THAT is what girls in LA expect and look for in their 'mates'. And that DOES make me feel bad for the boys of LA.
It started with a man who is a producer, who was also waiting in line to pay for a ticket. Apparently my knitted outfit was cool enough to lure him in (funny how knitted stuff does that...). We dated, but I couldn't bring myself to make it last. He name dropped too much and expected me to be impressed. I was not. Hollywood royalty or not, I really couldn't get past the fact that he liked talking about himself. The funny thing was, as he was telling me about himself he said:
"You know, dating in Hollywood is just getting old. I mean, all the girls there just want the same shit. I want a real woman. You know?"
He said that last part while looking me up and down. Flattering, but not enough to make me feel bad about dumping him. I just couldn't bring myself to tell him that NICE girls that weren't from Hollywood REALLY REALLY don't care who you know, because they don't want to be part of the industry (like me). The one time I DID try to tell him I didn't care he said "co' co'" and then proceeded to name drop some more AND not ask me one single thing about myself.
A few months later I ended up dating a film editor for big name company (how is a secret!). I actually really got along well with him. He wasn't originally from LA. Again, I was told by said date that dating in LA just wasn't fun; that girls expected you to be sooooo connected. And the second they found out you couldn't get them a break? Gone. No wonder they boys of LA with a brain are looking outside of Hollywood!
And now, presently, I am once again in the midst's of dating yet another LA man. HOW does this happen? WHY? I personally don't like LA, I never wanted to be in the culture, and yet some how it keeps luring me into its smoggy depths. I can't decide if the universe is trying to tell me something, or if I'm just attractive to the Big City boys. I have no idea. But I'll keep you posted on the progress! (I don't know who YOU are, but you must be pretty okay, because your reading this. Congratulations!)
I may sound a little judgmental. And maybe I am. A little. But its not without basis. In Hollywood men who move there to land a big deal or 'make it' spend several months to years chasing after girls whose faces blur together in one blond-blue-eyed mess. And then two things will happen. First, they either realize they need a girl with a heart and a brain and common sense and quickly start looking outside of Hollywood. Or they will realize what they're doing....and then keep doing it. Humans are human, and some men really do just like having the trophy wife/girlfriend.
And hey if they want it, LA is the best place on earth to get it. Just make sure you know some one who knows someone who works for MGM, Warner Bros, or Capitol Records. Then the girls will come flocking.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
An Oldie but a Goodie
Hello fellow bloggers and lurkers that I don't know! Since I have very little interesting things going on in my life, I went through an old account of mine and found a great little story for you all! Now I should warn you, I am a storyteller. I come from a long line of them. And usually stories are not about me, its about the people around me. Because really, they're all much more facinating. But occasionally interesting things happen to me. And this particular one happened when I worked for place run by the Mafia.
I know you think I'm kidding. I'm not. And how cool is that?! So here is the old blog entry, for your amusement!
WORKING: A FASCINATING STORY ABOUT THE MAFIA
You know, working as a hostess to an Italian Restaurant/club/bar is not without its perks. Like, meeting new people who have interesting stories. Or the ones who have too much to drink and then talk really loud, enabling you, the person stuck behind a counter but in front of a bar, to listen quite easily. And because you work 'behind the scenes', are privy to more intimate details from the people who also work there.
For instance, on Saturday night I went into work expecting a club night. But it was not a club night. It was a private party. And they had a band playing. A great band with a Frank Sinatra Singer. And after playing some wonderful songs the band came to the bar to talk and drink. And I, being the friendly person I am, saddled up to the singer to tell him how great I thought he was. And after engaging him into this conversation he says to me,
"You know, I sang here about five years ago."
"Oh really?" Says I, fascinated.
"Yeah. 'Course, back then it looked a little different. You know, " Says Frank Sinatra Singer leaning in close, "Last time I played here it was for a Godfather."
"Nooo!" I say with proper amazement. He however, looks not amazed. "How did you know he was a Godfather?"
"Because they told me, that's why."
And there you have it. There is no secret handshake, no pinstripe suite or bodyguards that might hint that who you are looking at MIGHT be the Mafia. They TELL you. They do not fear you. They do not fear the system! And why should they? Any way, I couldn't help but imagine a man in a pinstripe suite, large and balding, with a fat cigar in his mouth sitting in the lounge. I mean...I know its cliche and also you know, 2008, but all those godfather movies and old black and whites of the mafia seemed to have branded into my head that THAT is how the mafia dress and look. Of course the DON'T, but still.
Stay tuned reader, my next post is also an oldie but a goodie, and it'll make you intrigued and appalled all at the same time! Doesn't that sound like fun!?
I know you think I'm kidding. I'm not. And how cool is that?! So here is the old blog entry, for your amusement!
WORKING: A FASCINATING STORY ABOUT THE MAFIA
You know, working as a hostess to an Italian Restaurant/club/bar is not without its perks. Like, meeting new people who have interesting stories. Or the ones who have too much to drink and then talk really loud, enabling you, the person stuck behind a counter but in front of a bar, to listen quite easily. And because you work 'behind the scenes', are privy to more intimate details from the people who also work there.
For instance, on Saturday night I went into work expecting a club night. But it was not a club night. It was a private party. And they had a band playing. A great band with a Frank Sinatra Singer. And after playing some wonderful songs the band came to the bar to talk and drink. And I, being the friendly person I am, saddled up to the singer to tell him how great I thought he was. And after engaging him into this conversation he says to me,
"You know, I sang here about five years ago."
"Oh really?" Says I, fascinated.
"Yeah. 'Course, back then it looked a little different. You know, " Says Frank Sinatra Singer leaning in close, "Last time I played here it was for a Godfather."
"Nooo!" I say with proper amazement. He however, looks not amazed. "How did you know he was a Godfather?"
"Because they told me, that's why."
And there you have it. There is no secret handshake, no pinstripe suite or bodyguards that might hint that who you are looking at MIGHT be the Mafia. They TELL you. They do not fear you. They do not fear the system! And why should they? Any way, I couldn't help but imagine a man in a pinstripe suite, large and balding, with a fat cigar in his mouth sitting in the lounge. I mean...I know its cliche and also you know, 2008, but all those godfather movies and old black and whites of the mafia seemed to have branded into my head that THAT is how the mafia dress and look. Of course the DON'T, but still.
Stay tuned reader, my next post is also an oldie but a goodie, and it'll make you intrigued and appalled all at the same time! Doesn't that sound like fun!?
New Kid on the Blog
Hello to those who might or might not be reading this! This blog is a little like Sex and the City without the sex...er...or the city for that matter. Unless you count living 50 minutes away from LA as being 'in' the city.
I can't promise to be completely exciting at the moment, as this blog is starting at the beginning of the end for me. You see, I graduate college and from there, I will be on to the REAL exciting time in my life--moving to Seattle, WA. Now THAT will be and adventure! There will be tears, laughter, tea, and a very large cat named Soji.
But as I live in Orange County (now please, refrain from imagining me as a blond eyed, spray-tanned, stiletto wearing OC girl.), I figure I might as well give you a taste into the musing and insights of a girl who doesn't exactly fit into the mold in the Sunny Side of California. That, dear readers, is why I'm moving to Seattle. Well, and for a better job!
So, to be a positive person, here is what you CAN expect on my blog entries for the time being!
-Humor
-Sarcasm (used only for good!)
-Insights into life in the O.C.
-Musings
-Possibly rants (hey, I'm college, I'm entitled to act like a kid until I am forcibly removed!)
-pictures of tea, coffee, knitting, really anything I find pretty/interesting/cool (feel free to NOT look at them if you don't want to)
-possibly videos (I know, exciting right!?)
And there you go! Now don't you suddenly feel like your day is about to get so much better?
I can't promise to be completely exciting at the moment, as this blog is starting at the beginning of the end for me. You see, I graduate college and from there, I will be on to the REAL exciting time in my life--moving to Seattle, WA. Now THAT will be and adventure! There will be tears, laughter, tea, and a very large cat named Soji.
But as I live in Orange County (now please, refrain from imagining me as a blond eyed, spray-tanned, stiletto wearing OC girl.), I figure I might as well give you a taste into the musing and insights of a girl who doesn't exactly fit into the mold in the Sunny Side of California. That, dear readers, is why I'm moving to Seattle. Well, and for a better job!
So, to be a positive person, here is what you CAN expect on my blog entries for the time being!
-Humor
-Sarcasm (used only for good!)
-Insights into life in the O.C.
-Musings
-Possibly rants (hey, I'm college, I'm entitled to act like a kid until I am forcibly removed!)
-pictures of tea, coffee, knitting, really anything I find pretty/interesting/cool (feel free to NOT look at them if you don't want to)
-possibly videos (I know, exciting right!?)
And there you go! Now don't you suddenly feel like your day is about to get so much better?
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