A few nights ago, Los Angeles heralded in a New Year in typical urban fashion. Iâ€™m sure there were side-street fireworks in some neighborhoods. Iâ€™m sure that there was at least one champagne flute broken by an errant chunk of cork-based shrapnel. Iâ€™m even sure that someone shared that special midnight kiss with a complete stranger (if youâ€™re reading this, Girl-in-the-black-dress, write me?).
But for me, it wasnâ€™t a new year until several hours after the ball had dropped on our pre-recorded, PST-friendly Times Square footage. Not until my twenty-minute drive home crossed the paths... Read More
On Wednesday, December 20th The Los Angeles Times ran an article on the "new wave of citizen newspapers". The primary focus of the piece, written by Times writer, Mayrav Saar, was none other than this writers favorite online news site. That's right, we are talking BrooWaHa here.
We get to know Ariel Vardi, founder and editor of this site. We even meet his beautiful girlfriend and their unnamed, but well photographed, pooch. There is discussion and revelations as to the whys and the hows Ariel started on this path. All interesting stuff.
But, well, golly gee, it might just be me, but the first... Read More
It was early December in Los Angeles; the weather was 75 degrees and sunny, and the air filled with the distinct feeling of loneliness and surefire distance. Now full-throttle into the Christmas season, it was beginning to feel a lot like New Years, a lot like starting over. My relationship with the man I loved was now officially over, and rather than spend my last night in L.A. holding tightly to his arm and whispering between tragically romantic falling tears my love for him, I was curled up on a bench somewhere in the bowels of the airport. It was 1AM.
Having loved and lost before, I had... Read More
It's the holiday season, and I say it with all the loving sentiments I can muster: my family is really stressing me out. While some contributors to BrooWaha.com (check out Glen T's article on vacationing) admit inheriting some strange-but-quickly-spreading gene that discourages relaxation, this journalist feels like she's acquired somewhere a healthy dose of both work and â€œchillingâ€.
That is, until the holidays arrive and I'm shoved back into a whirlwind of arguing parentals and other mindless albeit stressful situations that, anyone besides my parents can surely see, really don't matter... Read More
As a young, sophisticated, sexy (can I say that?) career woman of the 21st century, I have long surpassed the days of wishing I was someone else. No longer do I gaze wistfully at a leggy blond, hating her for an exciting lifestyle I secretly envy.
And if you believe that load of crock, then maybe there still is hope, and Brad and Jen are renewing their vows right now.
I'll admit it. Heck, I'd even admit it for all women alike if they'd let me tell their secrets. I dress to impress. And more often than not, it's the women whose mouths I want to drop, not men's. I'm not gay â€“ I'm just a... Read More
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A recent trip into the city of Chicago found me scurrying along the sidewalk amongst the hundreds of other weekend window shoppers, waiting for my friends to call and take me from this crazy whirlwind into a much safer (and warmer) flat. Determined to use the time as wisely as a young fashionista could possibly do, I headed into the inviting elements of Macy's (previously known as the infamous Marshall Field's), after diving past tourists admiring the window displays as if there were finely spun chocolatiers inside. Once safely past the... Read More
It is an odd thing to take your first vacation at thirty two years of age. It begs the disposition that one is a workaholic, which would be a gross misstatement. Vacations, and the need to take them, like many things, are institutionalized into people. It would be more correct to say that I was raised by workaholics â€“ and unknowingly adopted one of their worst habits, independent of any strong compulsion therefor. Vacations, I am told, are an opportunity to relax, and this fact led to me to the realization that my failure to take a vacation up until this point of my life is not simply a failure... Read More