YOU GUYS. I am so thrilled, and deliriously excited for this particular Women We Love post. Collectively, your L&C editors have had a big 2016 (and it’s only freakin’ April): From Kait having a baby, and all of us transitioning into new roles for our regular 9-5s, and a crap ton of travel adventures, we’ve all had a lot on our plates. From a blogging perspective, we’ve all been stunned and humbled by some of the opportunities that have fallen into our laps recently.
So you might be wondering what exactly all of that information has to do with this WWL post. As a team, we are thrilled to announce our recent growth has allowed us to welcome a badass lady boss who has a serious way with words. And as a friend of this fabulous lady, I am beyond excited to announce Becky May will be talking all about her love affair with LA for Lux & Concord. Becky, take it away!
When I officially crossed over into the world of content marketing, a part of me felt like I sold my soul to the world of advertising. In lieu of this, I reached out to a college friend and fellow editor Ali Shelton about L&C. I knew how much she enjoyed writing about the city she lived in, and I felt similarly about the city I moved to.
Los Angeles…where do I begin with you? Despite all of the grumblings you hear about the traffic, the pretentious people, or the fact that we are the Scientology Capital of the World, L.A. is everything I want in a city while I’m young. I think it’s actually “a thing” to rag on L.A., but rest assured, my posts will not be filled with all of the cons about being a L.A. resident. Before I keep blathering on about my smog-filled city, I will tell you a little about myself.
My name is Becky, and I was born in South Korea. Like my brother, I was adopted at five months old and spent the majority of my life in St. Louis. I graduated from the University of Missouri – Columbia with a degree in broadcast journalism. Post graduation, I realized broadcast wasn’t what I wanted to do. After a year of working at a non-profit, I felt stagnant and needed a change. With a little encouragement from my dad and some fortuitous timing, I packed up my stuff and drove across the country to pursue more writing opportunities. Fast-forward to almost two years later and I’m working for a publishing company creating custom media.
When I first moved to L.A., I immediately signed up for dance classes at the International Dance Academy (IDA) in Hollywood, which was conveniently located a mile from my apartment, and very inconveniently located on Hollywood Blvd. (AKA the worst place to be in L.A. if you are not a tourist…maybe even if you are tourist).
I grew up dancing and knew the studio well from viral YouTube choreography videos. The first class was horrifying. I stood around and was the only one who looked as if they weren’t a backup dancer in a Bieber music video, and also was getting OWNED by 10-year-olds. Note: Beginner/Intermediate classes actually mean, “I’m an aspiring professional dancer, but just haven’t made it yet, so I’m still a ‘beginner.’” From this explanation, you can probably assume how the rest of the classes went. Although humbling experiences, I do still like to embarrass… I mean attend dance classes on the weekends.
When I’m not doing that, I like going for runs on the beach. The closest thing to a beach I had growing up was a two and a half hour car ride to the Lake of the Ozarks, so I try to take full advantage of being close to a beach.
L.A. has so many bookstore gems on the Eastside and in DTLA. A good friend of mine works at Skylight Books and always provides some insight on good reads. Right now Dave Eggers’s A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius is sitting on my nightstand. I have a horrible habit of starting multiple books at once, so that being said, I’m also in the middle of The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up (because I have yet to master that in my late 20s), and Between The World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates.
I am definitely still in the honeymoon phase of moving to L.A. Seeing things IRL that you read about or saw in a movie still make me a little awestruck. My guilty pleasure is going to “instagrammable” places around the city. I find a lot of coffee shops and restaurants from scrolling through my Instagram and make an effort to go…even if it is just from the ‘gram.
Best Sunday Funday:
This should be tied in with my guilty pleasure, but when you live in a city where the weather is nice year-round with the occasional drizzle every six months, day-drinking always is an option. There’s a place in Santa Monica called the Bungalow that makes you feel as if you were invited to some surfer’s wealthy parents place while they are out on vacation. The sangria is great, the vibe is cool and the people aren’t bad to look at either. I recommend Sunday Funday over any weekend night, unless standing in hour-long lines is your thing.