This Blogging Thing Is Kind of Hard

I only say that because I want to make a meaningful blog that isn't just the half crazed ramblings of a bored, underemployed college graduate.

Figuring out what to write about isn't completely hard. What is is figuring out how to write it on a level that I would be proud of in the same way I am proud of my best academic papers. That is what I really want to achieve. Writing recipes is easy. But writing meaningful social commentary on the biggest issues of today? Fuck me, that's much harder. There are plenty of people in the world writing drivel about all the big issues facing our global civilization and I really don't want to be one of those. But there are also some amazing bloggers (and vloggers really) that are making real, tangible changes to the global society through their work on the internet and I know everyone wishes to be like that. Really it is a matter of knowing how and what to write, and actually having a worthwhile opinion and style on how you address it.

But because life is more than just mundane daily life and is much smaller than enormous issues facing all corners of the world, I want to include both aspects in here. That's kind of the point behind the name of this blog, even back when I originally opened it like 3 years ago. "My Life and Laundry" is supposed to be a kind of catch all, ya know? I hope it brings to mind both the important and the mundane.

Also, the reference to laundry is kind of a mention of my own childhood. When I was seven years old I actually BEGGED my parents for a chore I could do around the house to help them out. I know, I am probably a space alien or something for that. They gave me and my sister the task of doing all the household laundry. That chore just never seemed to go away for me. I became "the laundry fairy" as even my sister stopped really doing it. There was one base house we lived in, built in the late 40s, that had this laundry shoot that really cemented me into that position within the household. My whole family would just toss their dirty everything down the shoot and just kind of forget about it, and then like magic, 4 or 5 days later, a clean pile of (not always) pristinely folded laundry would be sitting on their beds waiting to get put away. While we were living there the rest of my family functionally forgot about the tedious, unglamorous, but insanely necessary chore that was laundry. That chore continued to a lesser degree for the rest of my adolescent life, but has had an oddly strong influence on myself as a person.

So since I am the laundry fairy, it seemed like the right name for a blog like that. Plus to me, laundry symbolizes all the daily BS that is life on this planet, mundane or otherwise. It is a very human, domestic part of our world, but is easily forgotten about amid the myriad of shiny distractions on the internet or in the pop culture world, just the same way many human rights, politics, etc, are.