Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Deep Dark Secret

Wanna know a secret?  I hate my name.  No, not my real life name (it's lovely, albeit a bit of a giveaway that I was born in the 80's).  My real life name is perfectly adequate.  No, I hate my blog name.

Mrs. MidAtlantic

Who am I trying to kid here?  Mrs. MidAtlantic?  PUH-LEASE.  I happen to currently live in the Mid-Atlantic region of the US.  But only since college, when I ran kicking and screaming from New England. 

With the name Mrs. MidAtlantic, I feel all this pressure to belong to the region.  To be an integral part of the area.  Sure, I cheer for the Orioles over the Red Sox.  But...  I'm not really from here.  I can't be. 

I have never been to the Eastern Shore, Ocean City or otherwise.
I prefer hard-pack ice cream to sno-balls.
I don't cheer for the ravens (Go Steelers!)
I do not, under any circumstances, eat crab.
I have never been crabbing.
I don't talk like a Marylander - I live in neither Merland nor Bawlmer.
I have never had Natty Bo.
I didn't realize till this fall that Maryland had so many farms. 
I have

So why on earth did I pick such a specific moniker?  I wanted something cute and catchy to reflect where I lived.  I did not consider the consequences of pinning myself to a geography I know so little about.  In retrospect, Mrs. Mediocre would have been a far better choice, as mediocre is how I feel I am in most aspects of my life.

What do you think?  Mrs. Mediocre?  Should I make the change?  Or embrace the name I so carelessly attached to myself two and a half years ago?