Girls Just Wanna Have Blogs

Let's face it. We do. And why wouldn't we want to have blogs? They are all about talking. And girls are ALL. ABOUT. TALKING.

This, yes, is a generalization. But herein is another beautiful thing about having a blog. I don't have to care that I am generalizing. It is my blog and it is all about my thoughts and my opinions. And in this case, my opinion is that girls like to talk. I am already proving my point.

Things that are predictable are often so because they are necessary. And with that, I shall forge ahead in a very predictable fashion by discussing the thing that had eluded me (and thus kept me from even starting my blog) for the the last few months: the title.

I, like most bloggers who exist in the world, would call myself a writer. Now, many writers don't fret too much about a title until the completion of their work. I am not one of them. I like to begin with a title, and form my words from that point. I like to think of a title as a place from which I can push-off; a proverbial "starting block" for my stream of consciousness. So when I knew I wanted to start writing a blog, I knew the title would be where I'd have to start.

But whatever could I choose? The possibilities seemed endless. I won't dare tell you some of the things I even considered-- they are shamefully cheesy. Okay, I'll tell you. "Coffee and Conversation." Not so bad, especially for the girl who has worked as a barista for a certain Fortune 500 company we all know, it made sense. And then there was "Conversation Hearts". I liked the idea of having "conversation" in there somehow, because I am always having conversations with myself. But I've decided to reserve this one for the title of a post, because otherwise it sounds like a blog about my love life, which at this point would take me as much time to describe as it does to finish a maze on the kids' menu at IHOP (to your credit, I am assuming you could do this quickly). So that was out. It had to be something more general, more all-encompassing. It had to convey that I wasn't going to restrict this blog to one area of my life, but that it would remain open to all of them. Readers would have to know that this blog was to be about everything. Everything AND the kitchen sink.

But you see, then I got to thinking about that expression. We use it to convey a surplus. Tom's family is going on a camping trip, Tom says, "My wife does not travel light- she packs everything but the kitchen sink!" Well, I thought, that's silly. If Tom's wife- let's call her Cindy, for the sake of this scenario- if Cindy is so adamant about packing everything, why wouldn't she bring the kitchen sink? Are you telling me she will pack away their hardwood floor and not touch the kitchen sink? Is she going to bring the second refrigerator before she brings the sink? Perposterous.

Of all the things that are important in the kitchen, the sink is at the top of my list. Now don't worry, this isn't just another blog about cooking, though it will undoubtedly be here. But I realized that as I go through my days, I must visit the kitchen sink and make use of it at least 14 times. So it is clearly a staple in my life. It is something big and important. I could not think of a better metaphor to use to say that in my blog, I will talk about those things that stand out to me, the highlights in my life. And of course, everything in between.

I guess I could've called it "Highlights of My Life", but that's lame.