Tag: leonardodicaprio

What’s In a Name?

What’s in a name?

What’s not in a name?

Our names are like the first identifier we’re ever given. Unless your mine and Mr Kisby’s child. In that case you get your name three days later.

Names often have meaning. Even when we started picking our own handles for IM and email as teenagers, there was thought that went into those names. I’m guessing I thought dicaprio_cutie was somehow going to get Leo to fall in love with me. Spoiler: He didn’t. Fact: We’ve never met.

Every moniker we have says something about ourselves or “our brand” to use popular context. Just from The Great Kaysby you can tell I love The Great Gatsby. You could also infer that I think I’m pretty great. 🤣

So today when I found out I have to rename one of my social media pages to fit new standards, I was unsure of what to think. What do I want to convey? What am I okay with for at least 60 days? What will be catchy without inducing eye rolls?

There’s a lot to a name!

Anyone else get anxiety when coming up handles? Is it just me?

I really want to know.

XOXO,

The Great Kaysby

An Open Letter to Kate Winslet

This is outside my normal blog writing realm; however, I thoroughly enjoy writing fan mail. Along the same lines, I’m also too lazy to go buy an International stamp. Thus, I’m sharing this here even though I know that Ms Winslet will probably never in a million years see it.

Dear Kate Winslet,

A few nights ago, I went on a date with my husband to see the 25th Anniversary run of Titanic at the movie theater. When the movie was released 25 years ago, I saw it at the cinema five times. A part of that was because I had a huge crush on Leo DiCaprio. Fourteen year old me thought it was amazing that he was a hottie who also gave a damn about the environment even before it was trendy to do so. Just as big of a part of my going to see the movie so much was because before you brought Rose to life, I had never been able to see part of myself in an actress.

Growing up, I always saw myself as out of place physically. I had auburn hair that was far from a popular shade in the 90s, and I was heavy set compared to most of my peers (today, I realize that 155 at 5’7 truly wasn’t that heavy). To go with this, I’d always had a more round face and slightly chubby cheeks than most classmates. Prior to Titanic, I never could relate to anyone I saw in magazines, film, etc. However, from the time I saw your natural beauty and grace onscreen with similar features to mine, my outlook changed. Through seeing you, I discovered that I was also beautiful in my own way. Seeing you in the film also helped me realize that unique can be a lot more beautiful than the cookie cutter Barbie-like pretty that was so popular when I was growing up. Thanks for making a red head feel like part of the cool kids club!

In recent years, I’ve read that you feel like your performance in Titanic was embarrassing. Though it may not be your favorite, I am forever grateful that you chose to be in the film. Your choice began the journey for making me realize how powerful and beautiful a red head can be!

XOXO,

The Great Kaysby