What’s in a name?

When you Google my name, you realize that “Kate Frank” is the plant equivalent of a weed. I blame the first half of my name. She is everywhere. Often in a public place I will hear someone call out Kate, and it's always some other white girl. 75% of the time, she is better looking than me. There’s even a character in a TV show named Katie Frank.

(On a side note, how many TV show characters actually have a first AND last name? Just something to think about…)

Maybe this is why I really try to hate normal things. I really enjoy the outlandish, but only as outlandish as all that Anthropologie has to offer. Only as free thinking as my need for people to like me will allow. 

I walk a fine line being this much of a Kate Frank. Maybe this is why I'm dating a Yosef, or why it bothers me that my hair isn't blonde OR brunette. Even my eyes! The very window to my soul is a consistent grey. I was basically born to be normal, but raised to admire the outlandish. I yearn to live amongst the Bree Van de Kamps of the world. Someone extreme.

But I bleed for a Gaby Solis. A spicy, brilliant woman who demands attention. So here I am, writing a blog. Learning to demand attention.