Hookers ride the bus. 
A couple weeks ago, I was riding a public bus (the 358 in fact) in Seattle, WA, when the slender woman in the seat across from me tossed her slightly crispy brown hair over her shoulder, turned to the short dark-skinned man beside her, and told him that "I'll walk over by Aurora Ave, see if I can pick up any clients. You gonna hang by home-depot?" For the next half-hour I listened to a conversation between a real life pimp and prostitute.

Why am I telling you this? Especially as a first post? Well, in all honesty, I'm right now in a computer lab at Iowa University, and my assignment for this writing camp I'm at is to make a blog. Well, blogs are everywhere. Some people blog about cooking, some people about fashion. A lot about their lives. I'm pretty lost. But what I keep thinking is that there are a lot of little things about daily life that are really interesting, and a lot of questions people never discuss.

Like french kissing. Anonymously interview a gaggle of ninth or tenth grade girls, and a lot of them will tell you they hate french kissing. Most importantly, they'll think they're weird and unnusual in that. Almost all of us grow to  like it. But there's a phase there were you feel really weird and screwed up because you're just not that fond of kissing.

No one talks about that.

14 year old me would've really liked to hear that.

So, you can have your German Chocolate Cake and bubble dresses. I'll take cheating on tests, public school dances (i.e. sex with clothes on) and other aspects of life.