Season 2-Episode 1: Hippie Hopes.

Written live from her cozy, danked out bedroom for the World Wide Web. Welcome ladies and gentleman to a new season of That Hippie is Lit! 

Happy New Year, most importantly Happy Black History Month!

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Don’t forget to be relentless, proud and  apologetically Black this month. It’s important. The Europeans gave us 28 days (sometimes 29) to act up and act up we shall do. At least I know I am. I spent the last long af month, frustrated, anxious and low-key depressed trying to figure out what’s next. I almost lost sight of why I’m living  in L.A. I mean, this is the city I’ve been dreaming of for years how dare I be in constant questioning and confusion.

I’m tired. Tired of making excuses for myself, tired of being tired and lazy, tired of not going hard enough while I sit back and watch my comedy peers on Instagram, climb their way to success. Sidebar, it’s also super strange living in a world where majority of my friends are starting families and I’m just starting my life.

Let’s be honest, I had no focus last year. Hustling PA jobs, working two jobs for the man, co-hosting a podcast, blogging, shooting a pilot, making music. I was everywhere but nowhere at the same time. Yes, in my head I’m Sailor Moon and yes sometimes I exude that energy but even Sailor Moon took time  to make a game plan. She loved saving people, saving the Sailor Scouts, saving Tuxedo Mask. It was her moon given gift to share love and create hope for everyone. My gift is my ability to create art. My ability to speak and have this odd, unique voice that no one has but me. I have something to say with the expectancy that it will bring hope to others. Don’t tell anyone this but as an only child I feel like I’m meant to be alone. When I write stories and share it with others I feel a sense of togetherness and understanding. I guess that means this is what I’m meant to do.

Giving up is not an option, neither is being comfortable with mediocrity.

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So listen, I’m going to take this stand-up comedy thing seriously this year. I know, I know I keep saying it but for real,  I spoke to some L.A. comedy legends over the Christmas break. I met them at this Wig-mas party. (A Party where everyone has to wear wigs) Anyway, they inspired me. These middle-aged white men told me the realist shit when it comes to this comedy game. I soaked it all up and I’m ready to relinquish it to this city.

I don’t know if it’s because I dated all those stand-up comedians in the past, or the rush I get when I’m on stage  while people laugh at my jokes but I’m gonna give it a real shot. Like perform three nights a week shot, like, instead of spending $5 on milkshakes I’ll spend it on open mic’s type shot. Like, gotta take the bus home from the comedy club because the Uber cost too much shot. Because, yes I came out here for comedy writing but out here I can be anyone and do anything I ever thought was impossible. My mind was so closed, thinking it’s comedy writing or death!

I, That Hippie is Lit can be who I want to be, especially while I’m on stage. Plus, I’m way funnier than the comedians I dated in the past and they aren’t doing too bad for themselves.

 

Image result for stand up comic gifSo, come see me on stage one night…Don’t worry, I’ll continue to write stories. I actually want to knockout a couple screenplays this year. Oh and I just got a hosting gig for an open mic at this vibey, vegan- friendly cafe. I’m curating as well so no pressure right?

I’m excited to be here again. The fact that its 85 degrees in February helps. I’m going in to my second year living in Los Angeles with  a couple bruises and a strained neck muscle (long story)

I’m also going into my second year with faith, hope and the desire to work for my dreams. No hold backs.

Stay Tuned.

 

 

 

 

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Episode 8: Magical Mystery Ride.

  Exactly one year ago,  I took an uncomfortable Frontier flight to Los Angeles, California for a beyond overdue vacation. 

During that time, I was living in Brooklyn, NY dressed head to toe in the finest winter wear, walking to work in four ft of snow,  living in an apartment where my bedroom felt more like a walk-in closet. Let’s just say it was time for a break.  Not only was it my first vacation solo dolo,  I needed confirmation that Los Angeles- the city I’ve been wanting to live in for years was for me.

Fast forward through  a shitty break-up, mucho insecurities, fears and anxiety, my first web series going to shit, unintentionally living with an untidy IG model, getting fired..(Twice) and no money I can finally say 365 days later. I live in Los Angeles  and…

It. Is. Magic.

All the shit that happened in the past year was worth it. I’m currently sitting at my desk typing this blog post, with a view of LA from the 17th floor that will  make New York City’s skyline look like pooh. Don’t worry NY Tribe, I still find ways to mention Brooklyn every day, I make sure everyone knows where I’m from and I totally use phrases like, “Deadass” and “Yo, B”. I Milly Rock when a YG song plays at a party and I miss the culture of New York, but I must say it again…LA is magic.

In six months I completely started a new life.  New life swag includes schmoozing at Art Shows in DTLA, completely being myself at “Industry” events, jogging through USC’s campus,  rockin’ out at Lady Gaga  concerts with my roommate, Warehouse parties, midnight trips to Runyon Canon, strolling through Leimert Park to hear underground hip hop or the illest drum circle get down, thrifting on Melrose. The marijuana out here is beyond extraordinary. I’ve met some incredible, creative, like minded people thus far, from different backgrounds, different races and managed not to say anything to offend them. Hashtag growth!

I performed my stand-up routine  for the first time. Fellow comics all signing up for their five minutes of open mic fame. I was nervous up until I touched the mic. I had laughs… real…genuine laughs. Laughs that came from the diaphragm.  I dated stand-up comedians before. They never told me I was going to have that feeling. It was comfortable, therapeutic and happened in what seemed like all of 2.5 seconds.

Now, I’ll admit I didn’t allow myself to give LA a chance. I’m a stubborn one, prideful as well, as free as I proclaim to live I get very antsy, I feel unsure sometimes. I couldn’t see the light beyond all the bullshit that kept happening to me. Don’t get it twisted, my life is not all palm trees and Childish Gambino’s. I’m workin’ my ass off out here. Hustlin’ and grndin’ to make sure these dreams come true.

I found my center.

My focus is clear.

My energy has been given to God.

My heart is completely open to new people who want to connect on a creative level.  I’m finally doing whatever the hell I want to do. I wore pigtails in my hair the other day, I ate Oreo’s for dinner  for a week straight and I was super ecstatic about it.  My mind is free, my body is free and I’m a fuckin’ Goddess out here. Feels good to say that. Feels even better to feel that. All I had to do was jump. Now I’m here.   Despite all the craziness and unfairness in the world such as Childish Gambino having a baby by another woman. I’m in a mysterious place where magic is happening and I’m along for the ride.

 

Just jump.

 

Stay Tuned.

Episode 7: Why I’m Boycotting ‘Insecure’… Why You Should, Too.

   Upon graduating with my Bachelor’s from the dopest College ever, I moved to Durham, North Carolina where I  smoked  Wine Wood-Tip Black n Mild’s every day on the front porch of my mama’s house. I didn’t know I was in a rut until my shift at Applebee’s when a customer tipped me in dimes and nickels.

Am I worth more than this? 

Unlike my friends who had plan their lives post grad. I, the creative had nothing but Black n Milds and watching back to back episodes of Family Feud in my future.

I wanted to write screenplays, tell stories. I could imagine me doing this from time to time, but Steve Harvey has a way of locking you in. Life became repetitive and gloomy, my mother had me on a curfew, Applebee’s was not cool, the only thing keeping me sane was the hope that the man I was in love with felt the same… He did not…  So, a bitter depression came over me. Quite honestly, nothing could snap me out of it. Not even the encouraging words from my mom telling me…

” Girl, you betta snap out of It”.

During my all lights off, fetal position phase,  I stumbled upon a collection of Black Web Series on Youtube. This was unlike something I had ever seen before. Stories from black people on the web for free?

I was engulfed in everything Black n Sexy TV, then appeared Awkward Black Girl. Issa Rae, this woman who had natural hair (something I never thought was cool) had me Binge watching her show right out of my depression.

I found myself laughing, crying,  and yelling at my laptop with excitement from these characters, these real ass characters with people who look like me conducting them. I had to get my act together. I had to take part of this movement. I had to move to Los Angeles, CA immediately so I can create the stories I wanted to tell the world.

Fast forward five years later, I’m natural, the smell of a Black N Mild makes me queasy, the man I loved is married with a baby on the way. Oh, and I finally made it to LA.

The past five months in LA has been pretty insane, I’m adjusting here, growing, trying to find my lane, thinking to myself… Okay Christina… You made it, you have two jobs, a house, not eating tuna sandwiches everyday, go me, Black Queen Magic… Life though, it truly has a way of smacking the shit out of you. My smack in the face was looking up at a billboard on one of the busiest streets in LA with Issa Rae’s face on it. Might I add, with a premiere date of her new show on my Birthday. It stopped me in my tracks. The excitement I had for her was overwhelming. Can you say watch party on my Birthday?! I smiled and even chuckled a bit. Then suddenly, the smile went away. I wasn’t excited anymore. I was disappointed…

Disappointed that I had let five years pass me by without one story on the screen to show for it. Disappointed that I’ve been living in La La Land for almost half a year and haven’t met one shooter, disappointed that Childish Gambino is having a baby by another woman! Okay, that’s a little off topic but you feel me. Five years later and I’m nowhere closer to where I should be. I can’t blame no one but myself. However, I’m feeling a little insecure about Insecure. This amazing content Issa Rae has created is left unwatched by one of her biggest fans because I can’t pick up a pen and just write.

 When I tell people I’m a comedy writer the very first question is…

“Do you watch Issa Rae show?”

“You wanna be like Issa Rae?”

 

It stings a bit, but how dare I watch her show without putting in any effort to create my own. This is how I currently feel and the great Kanye West said it’s okay to feel. Obviously, do NOT boycott ‘Insecure’  Issa Rae has created something wonderful and it’s well deserving. She worked her ass of for years, her dreams are coming to life; that is amazing AF.  Everyone should enjoy her content and everyone is. Everyone but me…

 

The episode that had me hooked.

Awkward Black Girl: Season. 1, Episode 1