She wears sweats to the club bc she don’t give a f*$k

Brittney Scott loves diner food. “I linger here a lot,” she said. “Here” being Brite Spot: a popular diner located on the corner of Sunset and Glendale, famous for its pies.

Scott ordered veggie chili over cornbread—a fitting choice for a rainy Thursday evening. She came to the interview sans make up, dressed casually in an oversized sweatshirt with her hair tied up in a bun resembling her twitter avatar, B6 Sad Girl. Make up, however, is unnecessary, as Scott’s natural beauty possesses a Classical Hollywood quality—bearing a striking resemblance to starlet Rita Hayworth.

With over 7,000 Twitter followers, including big names like Snoop Dogg, Skrillex and Major Lazer, Scott’s life resembles a rave wonderland. She regularly hangs out backstage at EDM shows, parties with the world’s top DJ’s and has even hosted multiple episodes of a webseries produced by Vice.

Although selfies are the currency of the Twittersphere, Scott is actually quite camera shy. Sure, she allows her photo to be taken, but that doesn’t mean she will be pleased with the result. Scott doesn’t think she photographs well—which is how B6 Sad Girl was born. “One day I was like, I’m really over this, and I just like downloaded this app and drew a dumb picture.”

Boredom, she says, prompted her to draw “her friends and stuff.” And it wasn’t long before Scott started receiving requests from her fans, asking her to draw their portraits. “I have a few 100 people in my inbox right now waiting for me to draw them,” she said.

Scott accepts submissions to her email, which is listed in her Twitter bio. “send selfie 2,” it says. Typical LOLspeak.

Despite the demand for her work, Scott doesn’t charge for the drawings—most likely a deliberate decision, as she is well aware of the marketability of her artwork. When asked why she hasn’t replaced B6 Sad Girl with a different photo or drawing, Scott replied that not only was she reluctant to take a picture of herself, but she also expressed an interest in marketing and branding. In her own words: “I was like, ‘I wonder how far this could reach.’”

And reach it did. Although it sounds counterintuitive, drawing for free is most likely the reason Scott’s following blew up so quickly over the past year. As she tries to figure out the best possible business model to leverage her art into a career, making herself accessible to fans has given her brand of art room to continue its growth without losing momentum.

Part of this journey to make art into a career has led Scott to try her hand at producing an art show of the work she has done over the past year. “I’m hoping that will actually break me in, where I can actually do art as a profession,” she says.

Scott is producing the show independently and has been working on putting it together over the past few months. The process has been slow going because she has had to do everything herself—from printing and framing the drawings to finding and paying for the location—all while holding down a regular full-time job and keeping up with all the drawing requests.

“I’ve approached galleries,” she said, “and there is this whole system of the art world that I’m just not a part of because I don’t know it and it’s also very old school. And then there is also a struggle for digital art.”

Indeed, while the pace has been slow, the pieces are coming together as she recently found a venue she likes—a vacant retail space in Hollywood.

“It’s just been hard,” she admits, “because I wasn’t pursuing art and so I didn’t really know what I should have been doing and I still don’t know what I should be doing. But also I would have never got into it for it to be a profession…so it’s kind of just fallen in my lap and if it could turn into something, great. And if not, I’ll just figure out other ways…”

Scott may consider herself an “accidental artist,” but there is nothing “accidental” about her artwork. Everything about it is deliberate and more importantly, honest. Though shy on camera, Scott has no problem showcasing her vulnerabilities via artwork. B6 Sad Girl’s is more than just a physical representation of Scott—she is an emotional likeness as well. The frown on B6 Sad Girl is an amalgamation of Scott’s emotions and experiences, beginning with her aversion to being photographed and ending with her I-don’t-give-a-f*$k-yes-I’m-wearing-sweats-to-the-club attitude. The frown isn’t so much an expression of personal angst as it is a challenge for others to find a way to embrace themselves.


And I’m back…with an OkCupid confessional…

Let’s do some close reading for a moment.

[Insert obligatory shout out to my freshman year writing teacher–what what!]

When you sign up for OkCupid, you effectively acquiesce to Cupid’s wiles. When used together, “Ok” and “Cupid” connote consent.

Yes, friends, I speak from experience.

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Screenshot pulled from my OkCupid profile

Think of the functions on the website and app as virtual variants of Cupids’s arrows. When you visit a profile, give a person a rating, send a message or participate in the blind date game, you are performing an act that, much like an arrow, can penetrate a person’s virtual world. Our virtual world and the experiences we have within them have become increasingly important as screens have become our primary mode of communication over the past decade.

[Insert translation: Online dating is okay in the 21st century]

Just because you have the means to enter someone’s world doesn’t mean you can actually hit the mark. The rating system and the Locals function that is specific to the OkCupid app require that the person give you a high rating or “like” you, respectively, before you can send/receive a notification that connects you with one another.

Online dating is just as much of a game as dating the more traditional (and socially acceptable) “Happy Days” way.

Don’t get me wrong, I love “Happy Days”–Richie Cunningham was my first crush (I didn’t realize the show was filmed in the 70s, whoops). Unlike “Happy Days” dating (where there are few, if not any control mechanisms–other than gender roles…but that’s a discussion for another day), the website and app functions in OkCupid provide you with an immediate sense of control over the construction of your “love life” because you have virtual tools to aid you with the process of courtship. But that sense of control is fleeting because you can’t manufacture the response of the other party.

Let me just start by saying that I didn’t start on OkCupid. I actually used an app called LetsDate because Facebook suggested it to me. Facebook told me that it could help me meet “cool, alternative guys with tattoos.” I’m 23, I graduated from college with honors, I’m a culture snob and like to use words like “space” “construct” and “heteronormative”–SO NATURALLY, I WOULD BLINDLY FOLLOW FACEBOOK.

I honestly don’t know why I finally gave in to the persistent advertisements for Let’s Date, but I don’t regret it at all. And Facebook actually wasn’t that off base. I did meet interesting guys with tattoos. More importantly, though, the men I have met have all taught valuable lessons about how we fill our lives as we move through our twenties.

And on that note, I would like to share some highlights from my online dating experience so far (no my friends, I have not given up yet), as well as some weird lessons (coping mechanisms?) I have learned along the way:

– If a date is uncomfortable, what do you do? JUST MAKE OUT. It’s a great temporary fix. I learned this rule very early on. Not sure what to say? Unsure about how the date is going? Fool around a bit. It gives you a reason to giggle, smile and then walk away feeling a little bit satisfied, even if you never see that person again.

– A guy I had been messaging asked if we could chat on the phone and I agreed. Within the first five minutes of our conversation, he confesses to having been investigated by the feds for selling pharmaceutical drugs to celebrities. I know what you’re thinking, HE WAS JOKING. I thought so too at first. But then he just kept going on about it–how he supplied to athletes and such, but it’s all in the past for him now, blah, blah blah. I didn’t know what to say. Somehow, we chatted for a bit longer…but that was the first (and last) time I talked to him. I have to admit, though, I’m still curious and I couldn’t help but scour Google for a good five minutes, trying to find information about how the feds caught him.

– I had been messaging this guy for about a week. He seemed nice enough–he included emoticons in his iMessages and sent me pictures of his dogs. When we finally met in person, he tells me that he wants to “take me on a trip.” When I asked him where, he says “anywhere.” Excuse me while my mind runs through a million “kidnapping” scenarios. I don’t think I’ve ever eaten an avocado grilled cheese sandwich as fast as I did that afternoon.

– I set up a vintage shopping date with a guy who I had been messaging for a few days. I know what you’re thinking: not a good idea for a first date. But hey, everybody makes mistakes and let me be honest, I was itching to go shopping and this guy was willing to be my companion so…it just happened. Long story short, the awkwardness reached its peak while we were in a boutique just off Vermont. The guy was trying on a shirt and came out of the fitting room to show me. I had acted a bit standoff-ish while we were in the other stores so I was trying to make up for my behavior by focusing on him. When he asked me what I thought of the shirt, I told him I liked it (and I honestly did). The next part, however, I didn’t expect. After digesting my opinion, the guy proceeded to engulfed me in a hug and thank me. Yes friends, the girl at the register watched all of this happen. I take responsibility for suggesting an awkward date, but the hug was definitely the icing on the cupcake.

– A guy asked me out on a date in his first message and I agreed. He suggested we grab drinks at a fancy beachfront hotel, which, of course, puts me on to Sugar Daddy fantasies. But that’s not even the good part. Within 20 minutes of sitting down, the guy tells me I have “that sexy lesbian look” and follows up with the question, “but you’re straight right?” Honestly, I was flattered by the sexy lesbian comment. But asking me about my sexuality? Asking a pro-choice, LGBT loving liberal about her sexuality? He shouldn’t have asked the question because he had no idea how to respond when I told him that it doesn’t matter whether I’m gay or straight. You don’t need to know in order to answer to other people. What matters is knowing it for yourself.

– When I first started online dating and wouldn’t hear back from awesome guys who I had gone on a date with I would get pretty disappointed and down on myself. But I soon realized that I never actually lose out on anything because a) I get an excuse to eat and explore my way through LA b) it’s probably free for me because the guy paid.


So this Anne Hathaway dress fiasco is getting out of hand…

In light of all the controversy surrounding Anne Hathaway’s Oscar wardrobe, it’s only fitting that I come to the defense of my short haired comrade in the inaugural post on my blog.

Ms. Hathaway looked stunning yesterday evening at the Oscars in her pale pink Prada gown. The boatneck front and dramatic back paired up wonderfully with her short hair. A simple, yet also very refined selection for the red carpet.

Anne Hathaway (Pulled from

Anne Hathaway
(via US Magazine)

Having said all that, here is my simple answer to all you haters out there: EVERYONE HAS NIPPLES.

You took health and biology right? I’m pretty sure that between both of those classes, nipples were probably a part of some discussion.

Not only do we all have nipples, but we also possess a skill called logic–well I can’t say everyone possesses the latter, but we’ll just leave it at that for now.

Clothes don’t always do what we want them to do. We may button, zip, pin and even tape all we like, but at the end of the day, it is the environment around us that determines whether or not our outfit remains intact.

Ladies, I’m sure you’ve worn a bandeau under a sheer blouse and had it slip down in public. Awful, isn’t it? But we tell ourselves its worth it in the end–all in the name of looking stylish.

Gentlemen, don’t even get me started. It doesn’t matter if you nip slip. In fact, I would say that in our gym obsessed culture it’s highly encouraged. When you’re not taking off your shirt, you’re permitted to wear clothes in public that may or may not expose your nipples. Us ladies on the other hand–we are expected to live by the ever confusing motto of “show just enough, but just not too much.”

Wardrobe malfunctions happen. I’m ashamed of all the ladies out there who were quick to attack Ms. Hathaway. We’ve got to stick together–not turn one of our own into an object of ridicule.

It’s hypocritical in my opinion–ragging on a a celebrity for exposing too much of his or her body when we live in a culture where we thrive on admiring celebrity body parts. It’s almost March and we’re entering open season on whose got the best beach body. So give it a rest people. Ms. Hathaway deserves to enjoy her award without having to listen to your amateur comments.