Raview: #NoFilterShow

What is the world raving about?!

Okay, before I start raviewing the hilariously random #NoFilterShow I thought I’d help clarify the pronunciation of “raview.” You know, just in case you want to talk about this post with your friends to tell them how funny, informational, and awesome it was. Or need to clarify why the word “raview” makes sense and isn’t just some stupid word created on the internet to kill the English language.

How to pronounce “raview”: A step by step guide.
Step 1: Say “rave.”
Step 2: Say “review”
Step 3: Mash the two words together and you get “RAVIEW.” (The beginning of the word should sound a lot like the the first syllable in Ravenclaw and less like the the “Rah, rah, rah, ah, ah, ah…” in Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance.)
Step 4: Yeah, that’s basically it. Congratulations! You can now tell all your friends about this new word. Yay.

Okay…back to reviewing. If you are up-to-date on YouTube personalities, then you are aware that everyone raves about The Holy Trinity. So today I chose to focus on the #NoFilterShow, which was a comedy show featuring YouTube’s Holy Trinity: Grace Helbig, Hannah Hart, and Mamrie Hart. (Not to be confused with the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.) Why this show? Because it was freaking awesome and I missed Beyonce’s performance at the VMA’s because of it and I wasn’t even mad about it.

Last Sunday I had the chance to attend the #NoFilterShow with my friend at the Avalon in Hollywood. It was the last show of their tour so obviously I was beyond stoked to be able to attend. The venue was great, we had kick-ass seats (meaning, no tall person was sitting in front of me. I call that #winning), and it was obvious that hard-core fans of the Holy Trinity made up about 90% of the audience. (The other 10% were parents who drove tweens to the show.) We all wanted the show to start as soon as we sat down, and it was not because we thought the show was starting at 7pm when it actually started at 8pm, but because we all just wanted to see who I consider to be some of the greatest people on the internet IN REAL LIFE. (Especially Grace Helbig, I think she is one of the greatest people alive, ever. This is not an exaggeration. Ask my friends. Except, I’m not obsessed to the point of making my Twitter handle @GraceHelbigWannabe, @DayanaraHelbig or anything creepy like that.)

As we waited for the show to start a tall guy with a thick German-accent went on stage and started sing-yelling about cockroaches, and other stuff that I didn’t really quite get because he was yelling and had a thick accent. I’m assuming this guy was the warm-up comedian, but we were in Hollywood and Hollywood is filled with weird people, so it could’ve been a random person for all we knew. Luckily, he was part of the show later on, so “weird Hollywood guy who snuck in” was ruled out. Then the show started. Grace, Hannah, and Mamrie set foot on stage wearing matching yellow pencil costumes and started singing about “clicking” stuff and “YouTube” stuff and other relevant stuff that I can’t seem to remember because I just could not believe that the people I was used to seeing on my laptop screen were actually real. They weren’t robots or really good computer-created images, they were REAL PEOPLE. My excitement was off-the-charts to begin with, but when my friend’s name was called as one of the random meet & greet winners I went from excited to HOLY CRAP IS THIS REAL LIFE, THIS CANNOT BE REAL, I AM DREAMING, PUNCH ME TO WAKE ME UP FROM THIS BEAUTIFUL DREAM, mode. (I had an existential crisis to say the least.)

The show was amazing. I found myself laughing way too hard most of the time. Every bit was unique and resonated with the YouTube personalities we are used to seeing in their videos. Hannah Hart’s new book, “My Drunk Kitchen,” was talked about a lot, but not to the point where you felt like you were watching an infomercial. It felt more like a really good friend was telling you about this cool cook-book that you should buy even if you don’t like cooking. They read diary entries, acted out fan-fiction (apparently fans want them to have a threesome. It’s cool though, because I ship Hartbig), pretended to be on a dating show with a random audience member while Grace impersonated Taylor Swift and Mamrie did Katy Perry, ate weird things like baby corn and spam, drank knock-off alcoholic beverages, and did the Ice Bucket Challenge on stage.

Overall, I really appreciated the show for its ability to make me laugh, the randomness of it, and the reassurance that Grace, Hannah, and Mamrie are actually funny in real life. (Biggest fear: meeting a funny YouTube sensation that isn’t really funny.) The best part, of course, was the meet & greet. We got to hug and take pictures with the Holy Trinity. Grace asked me how to pronounce my name, so of course I went with my classic “It’s Dayanara, like Sayonara! But with a D.” She even took a selfie using my phone and signed my show ticket. (I will cherish that ticket forever. I will frame it, and pray to it until the end of my days. Again, not an exaggeration.) All three of them were super nice and welcoming. It was the perfect ending to an incredible night.

#NoFilterShow was definitely worth the Uber ride with the socialist driver who did nothing but lecture us on how horrible we have it here in the U.S. and the homeless man who harassed us and called us “bad tourists” as we waited in line for 40 minutes before being let into the venue. If you didn’t have the chance to attend #NoFilterShow that sucks. You missed some great, down-to-earth, quirky comedy. But I’m sure you can find it on the internet somewhere. And if you choose to watch, which I don’t know why you wouldn’t, don’t be confused by the fact that three grown women are wearing bright yellow pencil costumes. Embrace the randomness, stop sitting up so straight, and laugh until you puke.

Okay, that’s it for this raview. Thanks for reading! And rest assured, there are way more raviews coming your way. Soon, my friends.


Raviews–Introducing A New Concept for The Extempore

Well hello there friend! It has been a while since I last made a post. But the silence ends here and now. Which brings me to the title of this post: RAVIEWS.

Yes, you are reading that right. “Raviews.” I bet you are thinking, “What in the world is that?” “Does she not know how to spell ‘reviews?'” “I thought this girl was in college; people in college should know how to spell.” Wow. I feel slightly judged.

But I am happy and un-ashamed to announce that this is not a typo. I intentionally spelled “reviews” incorrectly because I have decided that I am a witty and clever individual who should bless the world with her creative genius and invent new words. Raview is a mash-up/hybrid of the words rave and review. WOAH. How cool is that? (I actually just searched “raviews” on Google and a book review website popped up. Ugh. How rude. I thought I was the sole creator of this new word that will without-a-doubt be added to the Oxford Dictionary in the future.)

Raviews will be a new addition to this blog. As a person who prides herself in keeping up with what’s hip and cool, pop culture, and the Kardashians, I introduce this concept as a way to bring new content to this blog. From movie trailers and shows to books and iPhone apps, raviews will bring refreshing, down-to-earth, unprofessional, and mostly positive, commentary about the things everyone in the world (“world” might be a slight exaggeration) is raving about.

Stay tuned.

The Real Spring Break

So, maybe starting this blog right before finals was not the best idea. Ain’t nobody got time to do anything but study when it comes to Finals Week at UCLA. (it’s a dog eat dog world out there. literally. gotta stay ahead of the curve.) But I’m here now, laying on my couch at home enjoying Spring Break in the suburbs. Which brings me to the title of this post.

The Real Spring Break

No, I’m not announcing the premiere of yet another reality TV show. Although, how cool would it be to follow a bunch of college aged kids on their Spring Break? (i’ll pass on that one.)

Hollywood has fed all of us an unrealistic idea of what Spring Break is. It has truly set our expectations way too high and neglects the reality of what Spring Break is to so many of us.

Spring Breakers

When we think of Spring Break many of us imagine beaches (Cabo, duh), music, sunshine, tanning, and lots and lots of booze. (emphasis on the booze.) But if that’s the reality of our college lives, then why have I received about ten different snapchats from my college friends in the last five minutes depicting a whole different story? Snapchats of either Scandal, Bob’s Burgers, High School Musical sing-alongs, Lifetime Movies, and other non-beachy, non-alcoholic, tan-free activities. No matter what we see on the big screen, the majority of us will never get to party with a gangster man with shiny teeth portrayed by James Franco. (bummer, I know.)

I, too, am guilty of sending binge-watching Netflix Snapchats. (House of Cards. enough said.) And I also sit on my couch watching movies depicting a Spring Break that I am not experiencing. And I am okay with that. Because there’s nothing wrong with a little rest and relaxation. There’s nothing wrong with hanging out with family 24/7. And there’s definitely nothing wrong with avoiding any contact with old high school friends because you don’t want to hang out and would much rather sit at home in sweats watching TV. (Or is that just me?) Being lazy and un-adventurous on Spring Break is TOTALLY OKAY.

So if you find yourself sitting at home being a couch potato, wishing you could be at the beach and feeling like your life is boring and uneventful, stop. Because you are not alone. Embrace the laziness. Enjoy being an introvert for the next week. And do as little as possible, if that’s what you want. Forget the Hollywood expectations. Chances are that many people like you are also being anti-social, lazy, and catching up on their favorite TV shows.

You only get a week of Spring Break. Live it your way.

The [Follow] Me, [Retweet] Me, [Like] Me Generation

Today during lunch I found myself checking my blog stats. I had already checked the stats right when I woke up. And when I had my morning coffee and bagel. And also right before lunch. Then I checked my phone for Twitter mentions, Tumblr notes, Facebook notifications, and of course, checked on my Instagram likes because I had Japanese Tsukemen in LA the night before and definitely made sure my followers knew about it. (Yeah, I know I’m a social media addict but that’s not the point of this post.)

It was while I was making my salad in the dining hall that the question, “why do you care so much?” popped into my head. Why do I care if people like or interact with what I do on social media? Why do we all care?

In May 2013, Time Magazine featured “The Me, Me, Me Generation” as their cover, aka the Millennials. (Technically, we have ALL been on the cover of Time Magazine. And by all I mean teenagers and twenty-somethings. Sorry older folk.) In his article,  Joel Stein gave us an honest and eye-opening insight into the Millennials. Apparently teens and twenty-somethings, aka people like me, score super high on the narcissistic scale. (WHAT? THAT’S PREPOSTEROUS!) Surveys and statistics label us as fame-seekers who are convinced of our own greatness. (Uh, so we have self-confidence?) Entitled and cocky, micro-celebrities who brand ourselves with the number of friends and followers we have. (Harsh. But so true.)

The Me Generation -Cover by Time Magazine

The Me Generation -Cover by Time Magazine

But after describing us as a generation of narcissistic, self-absorbed, shallow, fame-seeking, egotistical individuals, Stein pointed out that being all of these horrible things was not necessarily a bad thing. You see, those of us who are a part of the “Me, Me, Me Generation” know what we want and will not rest until we get it. And I totally agree with him. We are good people. We are ambitious dreamers. But I do believe that we have a really big flaw. The flaw all of us Millennials possess is caring too much about what others think of us. And that’s a big problem.

Street Art by an anonymous street artist I Heart Street Art

Nobody Like Me by an anon. street artist IHeartTheStreetArt

“Nobody Likes Me,” street art by an anonymous artist, describes this problem perfectly. (Talk about powerful art.) We are all constantly seeking for the gratification that comes from being noticed. We demand to be seen and heard. And it is this constant struggle to be acknowledged in the social media world that is detrimental to our generation. To our self-esteem. To our notion of confidence and popularity. To our idea of self.

When I don’t get 50 likes on an Instagram post, I delete it. If no one likes an article or video I share on Facebook, I delete it. If one of my tweets doesn’t get favorited or retweeted, I will probably delete it. But when I do this I seriously feel like I am deleting a part of me, a part of my life. A part of who I am that I don’t think others approve of. (Dramatic, but true.)

But why do I care? Why do we care so much about our social media presence? My answer to that question is that we shouldn’t. We really should’t care! We should all strive to care a little less about what others think, and focus on what makes us “us.” You and I should be happy with what we’re doing and shouldn’t mind what others think. Forget the likes, forget the notes, forget the reblogs. Focus on doing you.

I am challenging myself, and I challenge you to do the same. To pay less attention to the number of likes your post got, or how high your Klout score is. (I just deleted my Klout App. Lenten promise…check!) Life is more than just a number. So go out there and live life doing “you” and caring less about what other people think. Instagram your favorite cup of coffee. Post that selfie you’ve always wanted to post. Tweet that stupid joke you’ve always wanted to tell. Do all of these things for you.

I think it’s time we care less about the opinions of others and truly live up to our reputation of being the “Me, Me, Me, Generation.”

Why “Extemporaneous” Blogging?

The Extempore.
The title of this blog is very literal and defines the purpose of the blog. I know, it’s super ironic that something that should be impromptu or extemporaneous is actually being used to provide a method of organization to the blog. (Wow. I am literally trying so hard to not feel overly proud of the complexity and irony behind the meaning of this simple title.) But that’s besides the point. What I hope to portray through this blog are the thoughts, ideas, opinions, and observations I make as I go through every day life.
I want to be able to encounter something so thought-provoking that it inspires me to write about it. Whatever it may be. What I’m used to expressing in 140 characters or less will be further explored in this blog. No reservations. No character limits.
The Extempore has no central theme. It isn’t an opinion blog. Or a DIY. It doesn’t focus on politics, nor does it focus on popular culture. I will blog about all of those things, of course, but I will not make this blog a focus on just one of these topics. (My indecisiveness might have influenced this decision a bit, actually.) I will not be surfing the web, actively looking for things to blog about. Instead, I will sit back and wait for these themes, topics and ideas to come to me as I live my life. Without planning. Without notice. I want to be struck by an idea, a thought, a comment, an opinion, or be inspired by a BuzzFeed quiz that sparks my curiosity and gets me thinking. Outside the box. Inside the box. On top of the box. Or next to the box.
This blog will be used as a creative outlet. A space for thoughts, opinions and ideas. A space so vast that it won’t be limited to a specific topic or have a unique focus.
Fellow reader, I welcome you to The Extempore. Bear with me as I transition from the twitter-sphere to the blogosphere and learn the ins and outs of the blogger lifestyle. Making this blog, much like the title, was a spur of the moment decision and I am excited to see where this new venture takes me.

I challenge you to challenge me. Explore with me. Learn with me. Grow with me. (And to follow me, of course.)

Thank you for joining me in this new adventure.

Are you ready? Because I’m definitely not.