It Starts..

Today, I had a bit of a fail of an interview.

The bulk of it was this middle-aged guy in cuffed jeans and cowboy boots asking me whether I blogged. Seriously, the rest of it consisted of him sighing and pausing and basically expressing every signal of disinterest he could.

Needless to say, I'm not getting that internship. I wasn't really hip enough for that place anyway. But I'm not despairing.

The interview inspired me to expand my internet prowess. Up until now, I've been an internet old person. I made a twitter because my editing class required me too, marveled at the thousands of people I could follow (Scott Simon! Anderson Cooper!) and then promptly forgot about it. I use Facebook excessively for stalking and procrastination purposes, but rarely as a chance to express myself. My roommate is an internet fiend who has 207 followers on her Tumblr and who has literally forged relationships via social media websites, and I'm beginning to feel a little behind the times. I look at her online success and feel like my mom - "how do I use this? where is my wall? how do I get off your MyFace and go to mine???"

But this time, instead of accepting my lack of internet savvy, I've decided to do something about it. Thus, Cage Free is born. Yes, the name is corny. But it's versatile and stems from my love of chickens (and birds in general), and the fact that I have absolutely no idea what I'll write about in this thing. It kind of releases me from responsibility, since I read (online) that your blog name should reflect what you write about.

I don't expect anyone, except maybe my boyfriend and my mom, to read this. And I certainly don't expect to make any friends from it - I'm just not on that level. But now, when hipster interviewers ask me if I blog, I can say, "Why yes, I do." And they'll have to swallow that sigh of remorse and choke back that "oohhh hmmmm" of pity, and admit that I am at least hip enough to be in the blogging world. Next question, please.