“I’ll give you advice but you can’t take my picture.”
“OK.”
“Make friends with the bear, but hold onto your gun.”
solid life advice.
twentyish. new york city. eye for style, dash of sass. southern. reader. writer. traveler. dance party-er. cheeky and inexperienced.
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the opinions expressed here are my own and do not represent those of my employer. • ask me anything here.
travel light, be heavy.
I have to say that the single most important lesson I learned in 25 years talking every single day to people was that there is a common denominator in our human experience. Most of us, I tell ya, we don’t want to be divided. What we want—the common denominator that I found in every single interview—is that we want to be validated. We want to be understood.
I’ve done over 35,000 interviews in my career, and as soon as that camera shuts off everyone always turns to me and inevitably in their own way ask this question: “was that ok?”
I heard it from President Bush. I heard it from President Obama. I’ve heard it from heroes and from housewives. I’ve heard it from victims and perpetrators of crime. I even heard it from BE-YON-CÉ in all of her Beyoncé-ness. She finishes performing, hands me the microphone, and says “was that ok?” [x]
(via beyoncegifs)
to the men who read this blog [hey dad!].
you all need to check out buck mason. and thank me later.
and to the girls reading this blog with men in their lives - this makes for a pretty solid birthday/holiday/anniversary/congratulations/whatever gift.
and for all the men that are waiting patiently to enter my life - you have this to look forward to.
ATTENTION: MAN DOWN.
spent the evening with my LA gang last night. we caught a show at largo where fred armisen and jake shears from the scissor sisters made surprise appearances. mindy kahling was a stones throw away, and bridget everett and the tender moments made me laugh so hard that I laughed my party nail off.
no big deal, really.
but then i spent 57 minutes in dead stop traffic on the 405 this am, and couldn’t stop for polish remover.
major problems, y’all. MAY-GER.
never mess with a girl who writes.
she’ll write about you. and sometimes she’ll write you off.
but never both things at once.
(Source: headcruise, via sheslikeaghost)
dear los angeles,
thanks for having me this week. i love nothing more than when you wrap your arms around me and hold on for dear life.
you da bomb, baby.
xo,
m.
ps i was so excited i forgot to pack a bra.
pps i’m not even worried about it.
