“What is it about elevators?”
— E.L. James, 50 Shades of Grey
pictured: Earl Grey, the original
When I set out to name this blog, I went through a long list of crappy puns, sayings, and/or idioms. Flip dictionaries, rhyming websites, and grab bag word searches were all put into my blog-naming arsenal. And only some of them proved useful. But alas, my title was soon chosen. Like it was a nine-inch willow wand with dragon heartstring choosing me, and Ollivander himself was presiding, both parties knew it was meant to be.
Before deciding on the current title, Earl and Other Greys, I googled it. Extensively. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t unintentionally ripping someone off. The search came up clean and the name stuck.
Now, less than a year later, the term “grey” has taken on a whole new meaning – smut. The world was sideswiped by the book of a similar name, 50 Shades of Grey, and I got sucked in by semi association. To date, my inbox hasn’t been flooded by middle-aged women looking for a fix, nor have extreme activists flagged me for inappropriate titling … but Google’s results have taken a complete about face. My blogs namesake brings up a whole slew of reviews, excerpts, and sales records – all of which are smothered in a layer of filth. (Although I’ve never read the book; all of my comments are purely stereotypical.)
But as Jesus, the anti grey, once said, “This too shall pass”. Soon only blog readers and Crayola enthusiasts will be searching g for anything gray. A day that will restore my view on best sellers.
A shout out goes to my friend, Dr. Cooper, who pointed out the whole 50/Earl connection. Without him, I’d still be living in my naive, unawkward blogging world. I am still contemplating whether or not to say thank you.