Stuff Brittney Says: People always ask me, "What are you?" Spanish? Italian? Hawaiian? Persian? Armenian? Puerto Rican? Albino Jamaican? ... I'm human, does it matter?

Change is Good.

March 26th, 2012

One of the hardest things in life is finding your our own voice amidst all the noise. And we have to try on several different identities to see which one fits.
I’ve had more different styles than Madonna in the 90s, and my resume looks more like a random list of careers than someone’s work history.
But most recently I went from writing for a living and going to bed at 3 a.m., to talking for a living and waking up at 3 a.m. Change is the only thing that’s consistent in life, but it’s also consistently for the better. Through answered prayers and tweeking from management, my job and identity have changed, to sports anchor … Flash Girl

Let’s be real … I’m a tomboy. I missed The Bachelor to watch the Daytona 500, and I skipped Dancing with the Stars to watch the NCAA dance, even though I don’t even have a dog in the fight. Since I went to Virginia Tech, I should perhaps consider using an alternative cliche. So I traded microphones, and have a new home on the Mac Attack on WFNZ, and hope you come visit me there sometime.

So meet Flash Girl, my new identity … myself. The real Brittney Cason.

And for some sports comedy you can follow “Flash Girl” on Twitter

My first job in Charlotte was writing the nightlife column in Creative Loafing titled,  “Brittney After Dark” – and now I’m “Flash Girl.” I hope people don’t think I’m a porn star or something!


I’m getting married…

August 8th, 2011

Well, I am signing a contract. Same thing, right?
The ol’ ball and chain being Charlotte … You’re stuck with me, for the next 3 years at least.

Apparently I have a face for radio, considering I was given the morning show slot on KISS 95.1 with Otis. As in Ace&TJ’s old time slot.
First order of business: speech therapy … and learn how to quickly fill some big shoes with my little ass feet. Oh, and go buy five more alarm clocks.

I was just sitting behind my computer writing my column, and then Otis shoved a microphone in my face, and before I know it we’re being offered our own morning show. And just like that, my whole life game plan changed.

I have always said that my motive for being an artist is to have a voice, so that I may use it for good. I got what I always wanted I guess, I just never imagined it would manifest in a literal sense, in a career in radio. So I am signing on the dotted line like a woman that just turned 30, ready to settle down.

Please bare with me as I figure out how to transcribe my writings to the spoken word. Like speaking in tweets, 140 characters or less. And without the luxury of editing and having a filter. I have already lost approximately $17 to Otis for saying the S or F words in conversation off the record.

This is going to be a challenge. But Tucker Max, my mentor and boss who didnt realize he’d be paying me in therapy sessions pending any major life decisions, said it best: “Someone wants to employ you to be YOURSELF. Not dumb cheerleader Brittney, not “Miss Brand Name,” or some reality TV whore. YOURSELF, without a mask. You couldn’t get a better deal.”
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