Meg's Cocktail Hour

Meg here doing just what I'm ASKING YOU ALL TO BE CAREFUL ABOUT.

SOCIAL MARKETING is the new hot thing. It maybe the most effective way to brand yourself. This isn't that relevant but it feels like it is. I was out to a restaurant with a group of wonderful women, one kept asking me "OMG how is the divorce going? Is Megken coming over? " I kept thinking in my head ( I like to drink a little) have I met this woman? How does she know this stuff? I forgot for a minute. I write my entire life. She reads this site and even though I think no one reads it. Well, people do. I answered every question. I told her every tid-bit then dessert came.

 She was awesome! I mean it. A seriously awesome person! I just forget that sometimes I put everything out there. I write it in the comfort of my home and feel like I'm writing a diary to my best friend. I just like to share and be cathartic and open up. I just think we're all more alike then not so, if something has struck me a certain way then maybe I can feel the sisterhood that you've felt it too.

I was just told from my friend who is friends with Victoria Beckham that she said "You cannot read the stuff written about you on the internet. It's poison." I agree. I googled myself (oh come on, you have too) and this beautiful statement came up "A Psychopathic redneck Paris Hilton with small eyes and big fake boobies."

My eyes are big enough to see (with the help of my contacts) that I should have listened to Posh and not Googled myself.

I Love Facebook and Twitter but I have to tell you about my last experience. I have a bunch of cool friends on Facebook. I don't "know" them in person but they have "friended" me or I have "friended" them and seen that we have 25 (at least that's my rule if I can't remember meeting that person) friends in common.

This "friend" became increasingly aggressive so we "could talk" every night and Facebooking this request to me. I don't like to hurt anyone's feelings so I ignored it. It got to the point where he was sending me results on "Megan O'Brien-Los Angeles Phone Numbers" wanting to know which number he should dial. I have never met this man. Unfriend.
We all HAVE TO BE CAREFUL.

Twitter is amazing. I love ot! I have so many of my friends on Twitter! I can type "Hey, In West Hollywood-looking for fun~Friends twitter me and let's meet at XYZ for Happy Hour!"

I don't feel comfortable doing that anymore.

I have to backtrack, I have been seriously, dangerously stalked before in my life. It was terrifying. I was threatened daily (If I can't have you then no one will) and it was awful. I was living in NYC at the time and it was 1995 and after 6 months-they got him! By the by, he was a stranger that I had one conversation with. He became insanely smitten with my total come on of "Do I make a left here for Park Ave and 20th Street."

By saying "they got him" I mean the New York Mafia got him. The NYPD were ridiculously useless. It was 1995, there were no stalking laws. This crazy was writing me letters and the NYPD told me "Unless he physically hurts you we can't do anything. Call us once he physically hurts you." We have gone to his apt. 2x Miss O'Brien to ticket him. We can'y do anyhing more unless he causes you bodily harm." Yeah, it'll be easy to call you once I'm dead. Thanks. This was before O.J.

This is a true story.

I couldn't get rid of this guy. He sat in my lobby of my apt. building until the doormen would chase him out. He wrote me long, really insane letters on how we were "soulmates" (I asked him for directions)

Meg here and I have a whole new family!
I grew up in not the best circumstances in a very small town outside of Boston. Let's just say my parents were/are "absent"
It's fine-life happens to everyone! Let's just move on!
I say that, and I whole-heartdly believe it. Smile and the world smiles with you. Cry and you cry alone.
So many of you have emailed me that I must have gone to a fancy school, I must "know people" I'm just "so lucky!"
I am not from any family that anyone would do favors for.  I never went to college. I walk under ladders and step on cracks...I'm not very lucky.
Why would anyone want to help such a loser?
Here is a tutorial for all blog writers. I beleive you must pay it forward and here are the keys to my success....
In the beginning I begged for product, no one would send it without a very formal email on how I would help expand the brand.
This led to getting to know every key product placer. As the site grows the community learns,
It's very hard to throw the party and build a community. Who knows how it looks from the outside. I feel like the party was a success so I am lucky enough to have Stylemama report from the field! Here she is!
 What do you get when you combine make up, energy drinks and the press?  A meg'smakeup.com re-launch party for the record books!
The Madame of Makeup does not disappoint.  The word of the night: Flawless!  As expected, Meg was a total knock out and of course her hair and makeup looked gorgeous!  She was dressed in a fantastic pink cocktail dress that just happened to be the same color as the gift bags and the cocktails!  What else would you expect?  The girls from “Her” energy drinks hosted an open bar, featuring their light pink concoction.  Vodka chasers optional.  Ironically, it looked as if each carbonated cocktail was purposely chosen as the perfect pink accent for Meg's entire look.   Too cute! 

I am so flipping sick of women that complain of the GLASS CEILING BOYS CLUB

They are too dumb to create a barrier that keeps women out, who keeps us out? We do! I would like to relay two stories that are very current and support this theory. Story #1, A make-up publicist that Meg's has been extremely generous too. Really flipping good to her and her brand. I guess I think too much like a man because I thought "I scratch your back....

I am so absolutely disgusted by this I don't even know where to start.

This is completely like bombing women's clinics or blowing yourself up on a crowded bus in the name of "God". I'm sure the Christian thing would be to find forgiveness in your heart for these morons. It's just amazing to me that someone could not only be filled with so much hate but then try to blame God for it.

I grew up Catholic and have friends of all sorts of religions and I've never asked what someone was doing that weekend and got the answer "picketing a funeral".

I have a confession to make. Before HOM I dated very high-profile men. The type of men that could arrange to have a private plane waiting for me on the tarmac in a few hours. God, typing that makes me sad I use to choose fabulous travel over fabulous men. Love you HOM. The best (I feel, glamorous) feeling is having a private car whisk you along the airport to your waiting plane. I've discussed this with others and they don't feel the same way. "I enjoy my alone time in the airport" they say. I enjoy my alone time in a hot, steaming shower. I think. Who am I to judge?

That's all I want (I know I'm very reasonable. I just want a plane). There's so much freedom in that. The ability to leave at any moment, go anywhere you desire and quickly-with-out any hassle. That to me is Utopia, the bird has its wings!

I was going to be so productive today! Let me just go with that. I have a very big week coming up Rachael (Beautyzilla) is coming to stay with me for over a week on Friday! It's very hard when your best friends live on the East Coast and Rachael and I spend about 90% of our time when on the phone together plotting. How can we get her to LA? Maybe I can do this out in NY?