so here are my first 2 posts. I had to delete them from the main post pages and move them here because there were some viewing problems. Enjoy!
"What's in a name - Part Uno"
"What's in a name - Part Uno"
Ok, so…
You’d think something as trivial as coming up a blog name would be fun and simplistic. Hours of meditation, reading internet how-to’s and scouring dictionary.com’s “word of the day” left me thinking I should give up before I even got started. After all, the very idea of starting a blog sounded a little arrogant to me, as I certainly have little to contribute to the world of ideas and opinions. But as this endeavor is helping my Facebook fearing family members keep up with me, and giving me a forum longer than 450 characters to express my verbose self, I am deciding to move forward. But this business of naming it is still hanging over me..I feel intimidated by the creativity of others, and the whole thing has been a little crippling to my identity.
I really shouldn’t be making this a big deal, but I can’t seem to let it go.
Posing the problem to my faithful Facebook family came up with some great contenders. “The Daily Bailey” was in 1st place; that is until I typed it into the site my blog was going to call home and found the URL “unavailable.” Unavailable? Also taken was “Becoming Bailey” which I thought perfectly apropos.
Who dares have the name Bailey besides me?!
Apparently, a great many people. So proved when I Googled my name and found an imposter living in south America with a Facebook obsessed with soccer. Not even my maiden name is safe. Go ahead. Google it (if you know it…I’m not about to reveal it here). Its incredibly depressing.
Maybe I should have my credit checked. I feel like a victim of identity theft.
Sense of uniqueness (SOU): diminished by 25%.
This isn’t the first time my SOU has sustained damage. Friends of ours took photos at our wedding and posted them on a photo-sharing site. All we had to do was search for our first names to find them. What we found were not wedding photos, but pictures of two black and white sheep dogs appallingly named Breck and Bailey. Really? What is going on with the universe?
SOU: down another 15%.
I’m not even going get into how watching TV and suddenly hearing my name nearly sends me into an irrational fit of sobbing. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised; my parents did get the idea from a 1970’s sitcom character. But still…maybe I can copyright it or something.
So, as of right now I am trying to tell my mind that the totality of my identity is not attached to my name, trying to let it go and still at a loss for a title. I’m thinking “Blog with no name.”
DANG IT, that’s taken too!
"What's In a Name - Part Dos"
"What's In a Name - Part Dos"
mu·li·eb·ri·ty:
–noun
1. womanly nature or qualities.
2. womanhood.
3. the condition of being a woman
4. femininity
Virility is the masculine equivalent of the term.
Ok, so why would I name my blog Mulie Eppretty?
If you read my opening post, you know what hell it was to come up with a name. I spent hours browsing the internet for interesting sounding words with amusing or titillating meanings. This word kept coming up.
I want this blog to not only keep my family and friends apprised of my survival here in NYC, but also to be a place where I can jot down my thoughts for my own archives. I really wanted the blog name “Becoming Bailey” but since that was taken, I thought I would try something along the same theme. Becoming. But what is it I am becoming? An adult? A woman? A candidate for Bedlam? Of course I have been those things for a while now but there are still moments when I realize I’m not 15 anymore, and it is as if I just suddenly look around, me and all the evidence that I’ve made it to my destination is there, but that part of my psyche must’ve missed the limo driver with my name on a card waiting to drive me to the next part of growing up. So parts of my psyche decided to take a cab, but there was traffic, and then it decided it wanted some In-N-Out, so it took a while for it to catch up. And now it’s trying to deal with a whole new geography, and without a map.
So this word, muliebrity, is defined above. I mean, the word is defined, but the concept is more complex. I am certainly not going to get into the concept here; the word is enough to communicate some goal, some way to identify the experience. I don’t even predict many of the posts being about me and my thoughts about “becoming.” I just thinks it’s a good word.
Oh, and I spelled it fo-netack-lee cause even I found its pronunciation difficult to decipher by just reading it.
