I have had this title saved on my list of blog posts for a goodish while now. Every person is different, and I am sure that every blogger is different. As far as what to write about, and what title to give it, my methods vary. I am frequently just going on about my business, when I see something that makes me think, "I need to blog about that." Or a memory gets jogged, and I decide that maybe it would serve as grist for the mill. Occasionally, I will come up with a phrase or word that is so delicious in my mouth and my mind that I just have to write it down because I am just convinced that it would make a great title for a blog post. Coming up with the post itself, however, may be an entirely different story.
Actually, I have to write most of these random thoughts down. If I don't, they may be gone forever. My friend Marie did me the great favor of driving me to my doctor's office on short notice yesterday (that is another story for another day, as I am prone to say). On our way home, as we were chatting, Marie started to tell me something. When she got partway into what she was talking about, she realized, as we all do from time to time, that she couldn't remember what was the main reason she had brought up that particular subject. I think that happens to all of us. Our minds go so much faster than our words can, which sometimes leaves our lips floundering for material as our brain has skipped forward to another subject. I told Marie not to worry. We sometimes lose track of our train of thought because it goes in and out of the station before we even know it's been there.
This made me think of a program Trent and I had watched about L. Frank Baum's life, and the writing of the Wizard of Oz series of books. Baum apparently would wake up in the middle of the night with an idea and know that if he didn't write it down, he would forget it. So he wrote them on the wallpaper! His wife would complain that she had to change the wallpaper frequently because he would write so many ideas on it. I would never dare to compare myself to this brilliant mind, but I can completely identify with needing to write things down. I have receipts and envelopes with ideas and titles written on them all over the place.
And now we come back to the title of this evening's blog post. I believe we were watching a program on the Discovery ID Channel, or as Trent likes to call it, The All-Murder Channel, and there was someone commenting on the developing story. I think we were both only halfway paying attention to the show, but something just jumped out and caught my attention. I heard a man say something about a high-class hooker. Trent and I looked at each other with blank faces. You don't usually hear the words high-class and hooker paired with each other. High-class tends to imply refinement and quality, whereas hooker tends to have a more, well, cheap connotation.
Now, as I am sure you all know, an oxymoron is a phrase that is composed of words that are paired together but are, or seem to be, contradictory. An example of this would be "a deafening silence." So, when we heard a prostitute not being called an expensive escort, but a high-class hooker, I said to Trent, "Isn't that a bit of an oxymoron? Was what he said a bit oxymoronic?" Trent, bless him, seemed to appreciate my use of this word. He liked that I described the gentleman's statement this way. And by all means, if you like the word yourself, feel free to use it whenever someone seems to make a dumb and contradictory statement. I share it with you freely.
I wrote it down for later use as a title and struggled over what to write for content. It mocked me from my list of blog posts. There it was, simply the title, and the word draft. I didn't want to write a lesson about what an oxymoron is, and I certainly didn't want to get on a high horse about why I might agree or disagree with what certain people may or may not consider to be an oxymoron. Boring! But I can say that I have really enjoyed being able to use the word so many times in one evening, probably more times than I have in the last year. I think it's sort of a lip-smacking word, one of those that you don't use very often, like alliteration, or sibilant, or aberrant, or prevaricate, or onomatopoeia. Wow. I spelled those correctly, all by myself! Good thing. I'd hate to look moronic, even more than looking oxymoronic!