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Monday, February 23, 2015

Oh Pretty Please, Like Me and Everything I Do!


Hello everyone.  Monday again already?  Time is really really flying for some reason.  My week actually began with time standing completely STILL, but that is another story for another day...ha!  I think it's really great that I STILL have done this blog every single Monday without fail for so long!  I'm really proud of myself for this small accomplishment, and I know that it will be great to look back on and reflect.  One of my favorite things to do is read my old writings and see how I've grown so much!  Thank all of you again for reading my ramblings and giving me support and feedback.

SO yesterday was the Oscars, and since I have to draw writing inspiration from somewhere, might as well be something that is fresh in people's minds.  I watched it, yes.  My overall thoughts?  My uninfluenced thoughts? Everybody looked really nice, and they made me feel like I need to go and get my hair done.  Strangely enough, last night I infact DID have a dream that I got my hair done! (It was short and blonde)....(also in my dream, they added a few more episodes of "Friends" and they made Joey's character gay!  Maybe I should stop watching friends before I fall asleep...darn you Netflix!)
Anywho, I watched the Oscars like I watch everything else, passively.  It's a show people!  Some however, get very upset about the particular people that win....just like the Grammy's last week!  This leads me into my topic of discussion for today:  People pleasing!

After I posted my blog last Monday, I do a bit of online promoting for it.  Very normal.  Now, I've been disagreed with in the past, who hasn't, so I'm used to debating about the content of my blog.  I found out that one of my long time friends, had quite a few things to say about my recent blog posts! That they never told me about before mind you....  In order not to misconstrue any verbiage, I will quote directly from text:  "A lot of what you write seems judgmental. Or even bitter.  Sometimes I wonder if you could ever really be happy for someone else...."
Hmm.  Well, if that's what some think, I suppose I just have to live with that.  I know what I write and exactly what I mean by everything that I say.  It all makes sense to me.  And the FIRST person I always write for is definitely my darn skippy.   But terrible feedback is good too sometimes I suppose.  If it doesn't make people feel ANYTHING, then that's a problem.  I've learned in my 20 something years that you just really CAN'T please everyone.  Ofcourse we may try.  Oh how we try.  It's exhausting really!  But at the end of the day, some people will just never be happy with certain things.

And that's what makes the world such a delightful place!  Try to think of a drama free world.  Would you wanna live in that?  Controversy is what we thrive on.  Drama is something that fuels our human soul!  I really don't think society would be able to function without it.

Everyday I live, and the older I get, I realize more and more that I just need to live my dang on life. (Well duh, I mean there's nothing else I can really do)  But like, live my life in such a way where I don't feel the need to please everyone, because it will never happen.  What do people even want?? What does anyone want!  We are darned if we do, darned if we don't.  We can admire those who show a lot of skin as being confident, but we can also say that they are too risque'.   The rich can hate the president for raising taxes, while people below the poverty line rejoice.  People may talk about certain issues in the world, but are criticized for not bringing up OTHER issues in the world.  Everything we do is judged, broken down, overanalyzed, and dissected in every possible way.  I just have to be strong in all of my convictions and stand up for the things that I do actually believe in when questioned.  

Mild people pleasing is ok sometimes, I mean, don't be a rude prick.  Use discretion! Everybody people pleases to a degree.  It is a nice thing to feel liked by your peers.  But at the end of the day, there will always be someone who doesn't like what you are doing or saying.  We can't take this to heart!  It's OUR life ya know?  The only person we should be concerned with pleasing is ourselves.  If you can look at yourself and all the things that you do proudly, who cares what others will say?  Your life is truly about YOU.  Don't let my supposed "judgmental, bitter" blog or anyone else tell you how to live.  I try to provoke thought in everyone so that we can look at both sides of situations.  I know that some will think different from me, and that's fine!  I would love to hear feedback countering everything I say and do, really I would, all that I ask is that you THINK of where I am coming from.

If we all understood each other just a little bit better,  then we could possibly start fixing all the problems of the world. So.....what do you people want??

p.s. I am COMPLETELY ashamed to admit that I have seen absolutely NONE of the movies nominated at the Oscars this year.  Not any!

p.p.s  Paris Hilton isn't really a person I quote from a lot, but there is a quote by her that I really like: "Always tell everyone what they want to hear. Then do what you want."  
 People pleasing 101!

P.p.p.s Oh who the heck am I kidding, I love Paris Hilton quotes!

Monday, February 16, 2015

It's all about ME


Happy 2 days after Valentines Day/ President's Day everyone! I KNOW a lot of you are off work today, so you should be reading this dang blog right now! (Which you obviously are if you just read that...sorry for yelling, I gotta work on that!)

New York is really freezing right now.  Like, I'm freezing my balls off man.  I feel like I'm in the freakin' Siberian tundra when I go outside!  I guess it's a good time to think about the sweltering summer that lie ahead; no air conditioning and hot sweaty subway stations with sweaty people pressed up against you, ever so slightly... Ok, now I feel a little bit better!

Speaking of subways, I'm not sure how many people actually live in New York read this, but I've been wanting to rant about the subways for the LONGEST of times.  Perhaps this is a good time? Yes? OK, great.

1.  When I see someone BLATANTLY litter, like right in front of my face, it makes me want to very delicately pick up the trash and shove it down their pathetic smug throat until they choke.  Why not just hold it until you get off??  You held it before you got on dammit! Have you no respect for the people coming on to sit?

2.  When I see a train getting a bit crowded and some a-hole is taking up 2 seats, like they have 2 butts or something.  Move your sh*t hoe! Has your BAG been at work all day?  Walked miles around the city in uncomfortable shoes? Does it have have painful cramps??  Ugh... honestly.

3.  When muther f*ckers don't move out of the way to let you off before they get on.  How the HELL do you think you're getting on this train if I can't even get off of it?  Ever heard of The Zax??  I'll stand here forever b*tch.  Neither of us will go anywhere for YEARS.

Just a very few of the inconsiderations in humanity that I really can't stand to be in the midst of.  Why are people so selfish?  Why do we only see the things WE are doing or what WE are involved in?
In a post titled "It's all about ME",  I find it only fitting to talk about the super into himself,  Kanye West.  Ugh.  So last week was the Grammy's right?  I'm watching Beck win an award over precious soul Beyonce, and then this fool get's up like he's gonna interrupt somebody's moment again.  I laughed, yes.  It caught me off guard, but I'm just glad he didn't go through with that! How...freakin...rude!  Man, if only I was Beck.  Somebody needs to call this guy out on National television.  Knock his ego down a few pegs.  He then went on to explain in an after interview how he actually really felt that Beyonce should have won over Beck, in his heart of hearts.  There is more to life than Beyonce people!  Just because I personally haven't ever heard the album that won, doesn't mean I will downplay it as nothing.  Most people only look at what is right in your face.  We forget that the world is a huge place where we all coexist.  Why should we limit ourselves to just one artist and hail them as Queen?  Peg them as the second coming of Christ?  Shun all other music that isn't what we are use to?  How selfish can we be!

I especially think this is a huge American problem.  I'm really not sure how other countries roll to tell you the truth,  but I do know from personal experience, that I am not really familiar with non-American cultures.  How many of you speak more than one language?  People from other countries that I've met speak like...a million! Americans can be very self involved, often becoming ignorant to life outside of our America shaped box.  Why don't we want to learn about all of the things this worlds has to offer?  Why don't we explore things we aren't so familiar with?  I too am guilty, don't get me wrong.  I suppose it's the way we were raised.  We have a certain heir that gives us the illusion of being better.  We are all humans.  Let's try not to be so into ourselves.  Let's try not to be so Kanye.  In my lifetime,  I want to learn as much as I possibly can and experience everything I can possibly experience.  I want to walk in someone else's shoes to see where they are coming from.  That's one reason why I love psychology so much.  I can learn the inner workings of the brain.  Basically, I just don't want to be so stuck in my ways...too concerned with only myself.  There are other things that matter.  (Like black lives... and all lives!)
If we could just take the time, just a little time, out of our day to be a bit more selfless, everyone could get along just a little bit better.

But yall don't hear me though!

p.s. Thank you all for the comments that you leave on my blog! I read them all.  I respond more to emails, but I definitely read everything.  And I also would like to know projects that everyone is involved with.  (Perhaps I can incorporate... it's all about networking!)

p.p.s I would also like to very delicately pick up trash and shove it down Kanye's pathetic smug throat until he choke's.

Monday, February 09, 2015

Sex Sells....Oh Wells...



Hey everyone! Happy Monday.  I'm back in cold New York.  Blah.  I'm usually excited about returning home from trips, but this time it was just like...ugh, this weather! Meh... I'm back nonetheless.  My next trip is a surprise, but spoiler alert, it's out of the country, so stay tuned!

I honestly don't know how I continue the facade of a person that has it all together.  I still don't have a real job!  But hey, that was my resolution, and I'm sticking to it so far.  I STILL don't know how tis will ultimately make me sustainable income though.  On top of that, ideas for new ventures keep racing around in my head!  Am I just an idea (wo)man??  There is a formula, I just have to keep working at figuring it out.  I think I'm getting close.  Atleast I hope so.  Oh life! You and your complexity.

In my new found exploration into the world of lucrative marketing and branding for the Bretony Productions Incorporation,  I began to rediscover (and re-shun) something that I subconsciously knew for quite some time now...

SEX SELLS!

I mean duh, we all know this.  But have we ever just sat down and though about why? how? Let's analyze this a little bit: When I say "sex" sells, I'm not just talking about the birds and the bees, it's much more broader that we actually think.  "Sex" can be as simple as a pouty lipped selfie.  Anything that a person can look at and say "I'd hit that"...sex! And it is sellin' baby.  Selling faster and better than any other thing I've ever seen.  Are we as a society just always thinking about sex?? Is that all that's on our minds??  It has really begun to take over almost every aspect of our lives don't you think? Even something as simple as a fast food commercial will have an overwhelming undertone of sexuality.  Does nothing seem to sell itself anymore?  Must we include that one factor of everyone's existence that has become a charade of sorts?

In saying all of this, I'm no prude. Believe you me!  I love debauchery just as much as the next guy. Perhaps one day I may even elaborate (but my family reads this blog! (or do you??)).  I just really would like to know if there is any other way to "sell" without having to sex it up so gosh darn much.  Why does everything have to be sexy!? It kinda drives me a little nuts I suppose.  I've even tested it out myself:  whenever I post bland pictures about my blog, something not too racy, or words, or links, there is hardly no action at all.  It goes unnoticed in the instaverse.   Last week, I decided to post a racier picture to go along with some promotions.  A big hit!  It's nice to be lusted over in a sense I suppose, but I'd much rather people read what I write.  I have to rope them in somehow eh?

The only 3 other things slightly compare to the selling of sex;  the selling of TRUE talent,  the selling of mockery, and the selling of the super outlandish.  I guess if I'm not any of these things, I'm chopped liver?  (sidenote: what's so darn bad about chopped liver? I've never had it.  Maybe I should try it since I'm always comparing it to stuff)

As women, we like to look pretty and be attractive to others.  It's in our innate genetics to exude certain sexual seductions towards those we want to attract and mate with.  It's science people! I just wanna know when it became a requirement for success.  This next statement may depict me as a bit of a feminist (don't really think I am), but why don't men have to do this??  Why do us women put so much effort into attracting the attention of these creatures when all they do is roll outta bed makeup-less with all the confidence in the world?  It ain't right, but we kinda did it to ourselves.  We talk about women who don't have the "fleekest" brows or the smoothest skin, or who don't wear the sheerest most low cut ensemble they can find.  We did this to ourselves people!  Now we are all in some unspoken competition of sexiness.  I just can't win that I'm sorry.  I suppose if I stick to the other 3 sellers, and maybe a touch of sex, everything will be alright.  But I can't let it take over the main points i'm trying to get across.

Point of the story:  Sure, have a little sex! But don't let it overshadow what's really inside people.

p.s. The Sia performance at the Grammy's was probably my favorite, and the artist didn't even show her face!  I've heard rumors that Sia doesn't really like her face.  Which is a darn shame because her face is awesome!  But in a society with all of this needless overt sexual hierarchy, I commend her sticking to what matters most... the actual music!

p.p.s after looking up what chopped liver is...gross.  I don't think I wanna try it anymore :/

*photo by @cjid*

Monday, February 02, 2015


From Bre to shining Bre




Hello everyone! It's me Bretony again, I hope you aren't sick of me yet! I know most of my east coast readers have been getting a lot of snow and ice, so I really can't think of any excuse as to why more people aren't reading this gosh darn thing.  What the heck else are you doing??  No really, let me know  (The only promotion for myself I know is apparently the forceful inquisition kind).  Some of you who follow my social media may know that I have been in Los Angeles since last week.  The weather here is considerably warmer, so I can't really complain too much.  There use to be a time when I didn't really like L.A., but I suppose it has been growing on me over the years.  I mean, I've been here probably 5 or 6 times in the past 3 years!  Besides all the hipsters and liposuctioners, the scenery is really really beautiful.  Like REALLY beautiful.  I find myself wanting to take pictures every 5 seconds out the car window.  Every time I travel outside of New York, I always ask myself if I could see myself living in the place I am.  As far as California, you sort of need a car.  I don't technically have a license, so I'm not sure how useful I would be to myself.  Maybe I'm just meant to be a constant world traveler.  I'm still looking for that hotel critic job if anybody has the hook up.

But seriously though, I mean, since I have no "job" per-say anymore, what's really holding me back from staying out here a bit?  I can do blogs and videos from anywhere in the world that has a wifi connection! That's why I love my new non job!  I don't even really have an apartment obligation either...I went month to month with my landlord on Christmas.  I could totally just up and move! I haven't even bought my return ticket to NYC yet because I just don't even know guys and gals.  Sometimes when your life isn't changing enough on it's own, you have to make the change yourself...

Which leads me to a crazy story of something very dramatic (of which I'm probably over dramatizing) that happened to me when I got to LA last week. The story sort of relates to one of my favorite quotes of all time (and I have a lot of gosh darn quotes, so this one MUST be the most important one).  Anywho!!

So Wednesday,  I was tempted up in to the mountains... deep, deep in the San Bernardino mountains.  Supposedly there were some natural hot springs that ran through a hidden trail, which would be about a 45 minute hike...which we would get to after about a 2 hour drive up winding roads and mountain towns.  Surreeeee I say.  I'm adventurous, right?  I don't really have a real pair of sneakers, but I wore a pair of converse.  Don't really have hiking gear either, but I wore a long dress and some leggings (I know, I know).  So we get to the beginning of the trail.  It looks normal enough, but apparently this hike is meant to keep most people away from finding the hot springs.  They are trying to keep it secluded I suppose.  I get about 5 minutes into the trail and to my horrid surprise, the trail has now become a sliver of dirt wrapped around a mountain top, leading on for about 2 miles into the distance.  Mind you, it is about 3:30 and the sun goes down about 5:15 these days.  We have no flashlights except for our phones, so the clock was ticking!  I walked at a pretty timid pace for a while.  Clutching my belongings and clinging to the side of the mountain.  One false move and BAM, I'd be sliding down.  We get to a fork in the trail.  Ahhh forks.  I remember a time when you were used early for eating my favorite foods!  One path of the fork, we read in an online map to the hot springs, would be a shorter distance, but a little more treacherous.  Ofcourse we decide to take that one due to the sunlight.  I shimmy down loose dirt and under whistled bushes for about 15 minutes until we are now at the bottom of the mountain with a shallow trail of green water running through huge rocks and boulders.  The sun has now dipped down behind the mountain tops. I begin to nervously and psychotically laugh at the situation.  What the heck are we supposed to do now??  I begin to lose hope and start mentally preparing in case we are stuck and have to sleep in the mountain valley until day light.  We decided to try and find the ACTUAL trail again.  There is no trail, or human life, in sight!  We start to climb back up the mountain in a different spot.  This spot is MUCH steeper.  Like almost a 90 degree angle! The dirt was lose and sometimes gave way to my pathetic converse.  There was a point as I was half way up the mountain where I looked around and freaked out.  I was dangling from the branch of a scrawny bush, my feet swaying to and fro.  It was getting dark.  I hadn't been on parallel land in almost an hour and a half!  Who does this??? A miracle happens.  We hear voices.  Two young boys.  We call out for help.  They hear us! They come down to rescue us poor gals.  One of the boys literally had to pull me up from a twig which was about to break and plummet me to my death!  Ugh,  I'm really not sure where I got the strength to climb up the side of that thing with my bare hands and feet, but I finally made it to the top...and then we found our way back to the trail.  The boys lead us out JUSTTTTT before it was completely pitch black outside.  I'm telling you when I got to that car, I was kissing the pavement! I couldn't believe I wasn't still at the bottom of the ravine rationing out cap fulls of water!


  I shall be telling this with a sigh
                           Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
                          I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
                              - Robert Frost


Man I'm telling YOU,  if there was ever a time when I wish I would've taken an already pioneered road, it was this!  But in retrospect,  it was a great experience.  I would've had nothing to show for myself if I would've taken that cookie cutter road that everyone else had.  It's really not about going a way that you think is the less popular way however.  You have to read a little deeper into the message.  All roads really lead to Rome.  I'm sure both paths would have given me some sort of story, ya know?  But just that initial decision to take one way over the other is what makes all the difference in our own individual lives.  Don't think too much about the actual path, but focus more on the journey.  Everything in life will always be a choice: New york or LA, Pepsi or Cola, stay on the trail or go off the beaten path (which will perhaps plummet me to my death)....all choices! But life is life, live it for you and be happy with the choices you've made.  Because you really can't undo them.  You can't unshimmy and undangle!

Anywho, back to this beautiful weather.  I will talk to you all next week!  Also, stay tuned for the VIDEO of the life or death experience, which I will put out this week.

p.s. If you want to read the full poem...

p.p.s We never found the hot springs -____-




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