So, who knows why I chose to jump on the blog bandwagon, but for whatever reason I decided to do so. And, of course, that left me with a more than significant dilemma: What on earth is going to be the catchy little name for this new endeavor of mine? I am not the most creative of monkeys when it comes to a pursuit such as this.
Luckily for me, I live with some pretty darn creative and witty folks. So, when I put this dilemma of mine out into the proverbial cosmos (read: dining room/hallway/Stacy’s room), I knew that they could be counted on to render something appropriate.
Ian’s first suggestion was quickly vetoed for being pejorative towards small people, of which I am one. His second suggestion, however–still intended as a wise crack on my smallness–seemed appropriate on a variety of levels.
When I told folks that I was thinking about starting a blog they asked me, “what for?” I don’t know. “What are you going to write about?” I don’t know. Do I have to know? Well, I suppose it would be helpful to at least have some idea as to what I intend to discuss here.
So my answer? Any and everything (I don’t want to box myself in, you know.)
In all seriousness, though, I imagine I will be reflecting on a lot here–reflecting on living life in community, being a woman in the church, being a single person in my 30s, working with people trapped in a broken system, the pros and cons of eating macaroni and cheese with a large spoon–you know, the important stuff.
So, “the view from down here” seems fitting, even if intended to be a jab at my smallness. :) My reflections on life as I experience it . . . the view from where I’m at–”down here.”
Furthermore (and I think it would be fair to characterize myself as a social theory junkie), the name seems to have some significance from the perspective of Standpoint Theory. In short, ST asserts that your social positionality directly impacts how you understand the world around you. And depending on where that social position is, how much of the social reality you can see–which has particular implications for being a woman reflecting on being a woman in the church . . . (My apologies if this paragraph seems like a tangent–I’m prone to that sort of thing)
So, in any case, thank you, Ian, for your clever suggestion. Here we go . . .
