Posted by Nicole Behnam
Determined to make your way in through a sloppy crowd, you start talking to the bouncers and dropping promoter’s names with your ID in hand, hoping to reverse their permascowls. It doesn’t matter if it’s your best friend’s birthday, or that you’re Sam Nazarian’s “cousin.” It’s 12am on a Saturday night and you’re not an anorexic blonde.
And as for the bouncers and promoters whose only form of power lies in vetoing the unattractive or poorly-dressed who are merely trying to have a good time, they will likely categorize you abruptly and pay no further attention unless you’re willing to spend at least $600 on a table. Is this not a form of prejudice? Look around and you will occasionally see desperate hopefuls who have been ditched by their friends as well.
It’s sad, really. Welcome to Los Angeles.
How clubbing has somehow become an integral part of an Angeleno’s weekend is baffling. The club regulars seem to have no hobbies other than "popping bottles." And a majority of these people are uncomfortable dancing or letting loose without any alcohol. The club is the ultimate venue for the passionless—for people who are often so overly-eager to pick up a stranger because they feel there is no other outlet through which they can meet another person with a shared common interest.
Even the fancy white tufted couches don’t make the idea of dancing provocatively seem remotely classy or alluring. To tolerate the thumping bass—so loud that when you walk out, you experience a constant ringing in your ears—requires a certain level of alcohol buzz.
A group of friends who party at clubs to celebrate once in a while is understandable, but for the people who attend clubs regularly, they’re out to find happiness, companionship, and temporary escape where it doesn’t exist.
I’m no Saturday-night elitist, and I’ve definitely spent enough of my Saturday nights in Los Angeles nightclubs to know what they’re like. But a thoroughly enjoyable weekend for me involves conversations and laughing and good food with friends and family. I’m sure most of us would rather sit around with our friends and exchange funny stories than wear uncomfortable clothes and shoes hoping to catch someone’s eye in the unbearable darkness that is somehow essential to the club’s atmosphere.
A club is like Physical Education class, where one person’s worth depends on being “chosen” by another similarly-lonely stranger who finds you physically adequate. How flattering. Is this how you want to meet people? Even online dating provides more information than your 30-minute drunken encounter. Think about it before you decide to become a club regular.
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April 12, 2013 | 5:40 pm
Posted by Nicole Behnam
"Successful people never worry about what others are doing." -Unknown
Log in to your Facebook account and you will seldom notice a self-deprecating post on your Newsfeed. Nobody wants to share with their friends the inevitable failures or pitfalls that occur routinely, and why should we?
The biggest mistake we make is unconsciously affirming the notion that our social media worlds (Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, et al.) represent real life.
Graduations, job promotions, engagements, weddings, college acceptances, baby showers, bachelorette parties, and pictures of lavish vacations are daily reminders that we are not currently enjoying the same luxuries. As we scroll down, we feel compelled to “like” all of these posts, but secretly—very secretly—we are wondering when our time will come, and why our lives aren’t as exciting.
We weren’t built to sit at our desks or scroll through our phones, reading the overwhelming heaps of useless intel about other people—we were meant to LIVE.
But even as I write this, I sense a mild hypocrisy within myself. My cell phone is almost always within reach, and I cannot avoid my computer, because my job requires me to use it. So I am compelled to check my social media accounts, and I’m even guilty of posting at least once per week.
So what’s the solution? How can we separate ourselves from a generation that thrives on cell-phones, social media, and multiple apps?
The answer is Mindfulness—paying attention to what’s happening in the present moment, by channeling our bodies, feelings, and our minds. In a recent Los Angeles Times article, I read that a Professor at Claremont’s MBA program takes 15 minutes per day during his lecture to teach his students the art of mindfulness.
Google has offered mindfulness training to its employees for years as well; The reason being that mindfulness helps tune out distractions and enforces a healthier “work mode” as well.
If you’re dating your cell phone or your laptop, break up with it. But before you do, look up mindfulness and learn how to routinely exercise this lesser-known phenomenon.
Our generation deserves better—we deserve to be happier and undisturbed.