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Some (very) light topics I’ve explored in the past have become relevant in these quarantine times.

So, below, I’m re-publishing some previous posts from this blog.

[I removed all content from this site to use it for another project… that I may or may not do after this pandemic, so why not make use of the real estate I own?]

Not going to edit the articles – these are truly vintage (cringeworthy to my editorial self), but if they are a distraction or relatable or bring a little light to anyone’s day, cool.

Topics are light – we have enough heavy. If you came to hate, you are welcome to leave the party before posting a comment.

 

 

Thanks and be well!

Clean that Wood!

Andrea Q

My newest cleaning hack happened out of not-exactly laziness but more of not being wasteful.

I was packing for travel and I had this enormous amount of eye-makeup remover pads that were partially used. Andrea Eye-Q’s moisturizing pads are so rich is oil (or whatever), so full of moisture for my dry, allergic skin, that they have a lot of use in them.

In the effort of not exceeding the airplane carry-on weight limit, I needed to take every .002 ounces where I could get them to allow for more shoes. So the already used wipes were to go.

I was going to simply dispose of them, but, as I multi-task on the crackhead reg., I saw the dust on my wooden vanity table and immediately began to dust it off with the eye-makeup remover pads. They are better than Murphy’s Oil. I have never seen so much sheen!

Then I moved on to my marble bedside tables, and then pretty much all of my living inanimate objects because these oily little podular wipes were making everything so shiny!

Granted, I did not read the ingredients label so I may have ruined my beautiful pieces but they still look awesome two weeks later! Better than ever. After years of nail polish and nail polish-remover incidents.

If they continue to stay healthy, you are so welcome for this shiny surface furniture hack!

Bad Hair? Don’t Care

One of my girlfriends was hopping on the train to go to a date straight from hanging out with me outside on the hottest, most humid NYC day.

It was their second date and at his house. There’s probably going to be some action, so take a shower first, right? He’s also 5 years younger. So why not stop home first, take a shower and freshen up?

“Ah, nah, this is fine,” she said. “He already likes me.”

It made me wonder : Do I need to be more relaxed?

Because I feel like I need a fresh shower before any event, ever, period. I will take three showers if there’s a workout-workday-evening event where we danced or got sweaty and want to go to bed clean. BUT perhaps, I should just be like, F it, I’m comfortable event hopping, confident in my own skin and cool (exception only being the type of unpleasant sweat you work up in 120-degree yoga — for everyone’s sanity, that is a definite shower.)

However, often I get more compliments when I’m wearing ZERO makeup…like no blush/bronzer, mascara, gloss OR EVEN BB cream.

I fall out of the house down my front steps in pajama shorts with greasy hair or some such trash of no effort. A complete opposite to when I try to dazzle, which is my everyday professional look or evening look or weekend look. Basically, if it’s called a “look,” it means I put on earrings or a bracelet or sunglasses. That I thought about an accent or color. I put some effort into it.

The effort part just seems to be wasted. Even my lovers give me the best compliments when I wake up in the morning.

My new thing: Do nothing. Just be.

 

 

Define Success

Success

I’m proud to say that I don’t owe anyone for my personal success in life. My parents financed my education and raised me with cultural exposure, and I’m grateful for that. But it was up to me to utilize that knowledge and create the life I wanted for myself.

I was born a dedicated, independent, hard worker. I didn’t need to be supervised because I had such an innate structure about my life. My parents never worried about me, as they did my brothers. They knew I was responsible and would take care of myself and do well.

I wouldn’t even let my mother dress me when I was younger; I always knew what I liked and what was right for me. I like being the boss, which is why I became one a year after graduating college; it’s why I was appointed president of a few clubs in prep school. I am a leader; not a follower. I have opinions that are usually on-point with the market when it comes to business. People often don’t trust my opinions…oh so much money lost. Not my probz.

This is not to say I don’t like creative collaboration. I just hate working in corporations where my professional opinion is not considered, especially as a female and a person who knows a certain demographic very well. But getting back to the point…

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Pajama Rich

pajama-rich

A phrase to describe one who does not have to wear real clothes to go to work, or to any formal business event, such as a professional meeting, a legal settlement or dinner.

Basically, the dress code of Hugh Hefner and all tech leaders. I don’t think this applies to weddings or black-tie balls, but if you really are that rich—technorati rich—it probably does.

It is the counterpart of Kimono Living, when you don’t have to wear anything fancy on the daily because you don’t have to go anywhere. You work from the comfort of your beautiful, peaceful home. Or indecent apartment, if you are are not super wealthy (yet, you hope, because you consider yourself an entrepreneur and act as such).

These two worlds share much in common in dress code and entrepreneurial spirit. Yet, one is at the top and one is at the bottom. The people that encompass these realms are actually quite compatible. Each group lacks certain traits that the other has socially and they share many innate business skills. Quite complementary characters.

One is used to being glorified; one is used to glorifying themselves (or both contain these qualities, which is perfect for them). It’s the Billionaire to the Trophy Wife or the “Pretty Woman” theme.

I identify with each type: I work in the tech world with peeps that are NYC business casual, but in a building that Anna Wintour calls her Vogue home. Do I need to be a fashionista in One World Trade? Probably. Technorati is not glitterati, but perhaps we need dress super innovatively for Conde’s sake. (It’s so hard in the winter!)

Who wants to think about fashion?

But there is also the semi-relaxed me, that works from home on the weekends in my own creative space in a beautiful Kimono.

Eventually, I’ll be able to combine all efforts and be Pajama Rich. And maybe, my silky casual style, will even be recognized in Vogue. #lifegoals

The Fear Of…

phobia

From the Grammar Diva who has a fondness for phobias, here are some entertaining ones that may ruin your social season.

FEAR OF…

Alcohol – methyphobia [Understandable.]

Anything New – neophobia [Change is always hard.]

Church – ecclesiophobia [The structure will not hurt you unless it collapses on you.]

Cooking  – mageirocophobia [New York-area people: What is cooking?]

Dolls – pediophobia [Oh, so true. If you didn’t watch the ventriloquist or mannequin episodes of The Twilight Zone, check out this book I loved as a child that my mother just got out of her storage unit. Disturbed would be a mild reaction. WTF are adults in charge of childhood entertainment doing? And furthermore, why did I like this damn book?)

Holy things – hagiophobia [A friend went home with a guy who had shrines/ relics to the Holy Lord everywhere. How can you Marvin Gaye and Get It On with that staring at you? #sinners]

Home – ecophobia [I get it if you only had terrible memories.] I am still very much a “home is where the heart is” and, like, my family is EVERYTHING. My own home is EVEN BETTER. I’m a homebody?

Ice or Frost – pagophobia [I have a medical condition and totally relate.]

Kissing – philemaphobia [TRAGIC. Completely TRAGIC.]

Laughter – geliophobia [Again, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?]

Light – photophobia [Most people I know are opposite. Does that mean we’re optimistic?]

Memories – mnemophobia [We all have bad ones…]

Religion – theophobia [no need to be afraid unless it’s corrupting your life. I mean, we live in a free world where you do not have to believe in anything.]

…And you MUST have four names

monogram-etiquette

Welcome to the UES, where old money gents are mellow yet insecure because they didn’t earn it themselves, or, even worse, it is from their wife’s side of the family and hurts their di(ck)nity.

Moving down to other generations, like mine, which I think have a slightly better grasp of the real world, I am still bothered by the double-kiss, or the improper way of not switching hands (fork only in your dominant hand; knife down resting diagonally on edge of plate) once you cut something while dining. If you are not from Europe, why are you following European etiquette?! One kiss, and switch hands.

Seriously, for everything old-money privilege buys in education and smart connections, you should know better. I am always appalled to see how the most wealthy are so dumb when it comes to proper etiquette and manners. Simple things like introducing people or being able to connect with new people through the art that is known as conversation.

I think it is safe to say that many children of old money are ill-trained in manners and the value of hard work (I mean very hard work with long hours, not doing community service for your current DUI or coke-induced altercation). I don’t know if your parents encouraged you to pursue anything you wanted, or just told you you could do anything you want. There is a difference.

This isn’t necessarily about a sense of entitlement, but being raised with a sense of how to speak, how to act around others, and how to treat other people, no matter from where. I’ve found that many of the 1% don’t get it. These are invaluable lessons that will hold you back from pursuing your dreams, no matter how connected you are. If you cannot connect to people, they will not be connecting back.

I feel sorry for you fortunate enough to have a few generations of inherited money, because often that means you were not encouraged to develop inherent people skills.

Anyway, my two-kiss lover from Europe…well, I just found out he has four names! So now I really can’t make fun. Except for those table manners 😉

But take a moment to think about every aspect of your public persona, as well as your audience in any setting.

And behave accordingly FTW.

What Will It Take To Make You Happy?

happiness

I remember my mother telling me about a former friend of hers who said, “If only I get that new Mercedes, I’ll be happy;” “When I get that mink fur coat, I’ll be happy.” The thing was, she got those things and countless others, and was never happy.

When it came to materialistic things, she got everything she wanted. There was no financial issue holding her back from obtaining what her heart(?) desired, yet acquiring those things did not make her happy—at least not in the way she thought they would. She had a void that could not be filled by accumulating beautiful objects. Neither could it be filled by her loving husband and amazing daughter.

I feel extremely sorry for people like her. Take a look around you and look at everything that you do have.

Who cares about that shit when you have been blessed with health, happiness, and love (naturally!)?

I think this country needs to get Back to Basics, and I say country, because this is not just some local problem of my parents’ and their friends’ generations having wayyy more money than they knew what to do with, spending lavishly (read: foolishly) and running out of things to spend it on in the boom-boom eighties and early nineties. No, this is something that has contributed to ruining of the US of A on a national level involving everyone, regardless of economical level. Something that I do not see when I travel elsewhere. #Ungratefulness #ShameonUS

The introduction of “reality” TV and social media birthed the hideous term fomo (“fear of missing out” Oh, the horror [eye-roll]), and media use this as their tool to instill our spending weaknesses (money and time), all of which have only heightened our anxiety and dissatisfaction with our own lives.

Moving on from my childhood of Material Eighties Excess, there is a much bigger beast in the room: Knowing everything others have and are doing In Real Time. Smartphones and computers have not only allowed us to be connected 24/7, they encourage us to be involved in the diaspora, to live in the false sense of world that others create, the stories they write about themselves, and tactically entice us to partake in a Jones game rather than be aware of real life.

It’s embarrassing that technology, which has helped us in so many ways socially, has truly hindered the human race in actual, real-life social communication. I was trying to watch a football game and everyone in the room was on their phones—including (sad to admit it) me.

I especially appreciate how people beg for my one-on-one time and then when I finally carve out an afternoon in my crazy-busy schedule for that person, they need to call  their boyfriend/gf to update on “Gia and I just saw this. We are having so much fun” or snapchat or interrupt their own story because “We must take a photo here” or some such. We are all guilty but STOP. I don’t get to talk with you every day; I made the time; and I don’t want to be present if you are not.

I am here; I am now.

And I will not be here next time because you are wasting my time to communicate with someone you see every day (when I could be working on my infinite creative projects in the works that I tear myself away from to spend time with you).

I will not be here forever.

The time is way overdue to Get Back to Basics. Be here, be mindful, be present. Look around you. Life is happening Now.

They Need To Be Out

Exit-Only

As I still have to remind myself time and time again, edit people out of your life! It’s a continual process, like deleting your spam. Yet oh so necessary. There are those that you realize you don’t have anything in common with, there are those you have grown apart from due to distance or different life choices. And then those toxic people in the world that eat up all of your energy and only bring negativity to the table.

I recently spoke to a very wise 88-year-old woman who asked me how many friends I had. Interesting question. There are close friends, then your other friends, then friends by association of friends, coworkers, loved ones or family. There are lots of levels of friendship and therefore way too many “friends.”

But Magdalena Mercedes’ point was that it is important to have only a few friends and make sure they are very good ones. Otherwise, she says, I will spread myself too thin. In her opinion, you cannot truly be a good friend to many people, and if they have too many friends, they cannot be a good friend to you. Quality over quantity.

Why You Need To Watch Teen Witch

Teen Witch

Let’s get Halloween-ey!!  I loved Teen Witch well before I was even a pre-teen, but I recently felt the need to see it again. It’s still so relevant!

Here is why my younger millenial friends should watch it: Imagine every 80’s teen movie meets Grease and Mean Girls with a sprinkling of Hocus Pocus.

The Characters:

♠Louise, played by Robyn Lively who is super awesome in the role (and—I just found out—older half-sister of Blake Lively)

♠The creepy woman from Poltergeist also stars! (You know her; that voice is unforgettable)

♠Brad, the hot guy lead, looks like the better version of young Tom Cruise

♠Louise’s little brother is Goonies-kitsch, fat, and super weird/funny

♠The mom is superhot, the dad is not. But they are both nerdy in typical 80s sitcom-couple style.

♠Special sightings of people playing high school students that may now be dead, like Lara Flynn Boyle.

Fantastical Cheesery:

♠Opening credits dream scene (romance-novel cringeworthy)

♠Locker room 80’s aerobics dance number

♠The white rap boys in all their numbers

♠Really, all of the musical numbers

♠The big hair, the pink parade, the tutu tulle mini skirts. Bring me back! I was just starting school then, but I had similar outfits by the time I hit first grade and the pictures to prove it.

♠Like every teen movie that ends at prom, but the hairah, the hairah!

♠The Voodoo doll scene with the teacher is a display of brilliant revenge

Dialogue:

“I mean, everyone tells me I’m going to be a big heartbreaker when I’m older, but I want to be, like, now.”

“I’m hot and you’re not, but if you wanna get with me I’ll give it one shot. TOP THAT.”

“That is just too depressing to believe.”

“Take note kitten, it doesn’t really matter how others see you; it’s how you see yourself.”

“The price of fame and fortune is to be envied, then copied and finally discarded. I read it somewhere. Probably Rob Lowe.”

Yes, kids, this really is an awesome flick. If you can’t find it, watch it at my house as you nurse your hangover after #Halloween2015.

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