Bologna.

What is it?

Can you even pronounce it correctly?

What is it made of?

 

No seriously, what kind of meats are involved here?

Beef?  Ham?  Turkey…?

 

Can my Jewish boyfriend eat it?

Are you sure?

100% positive?

Would you bet your life on it?

Would you bet your mom’s life on it?

If not, maybe bet your dog’s life on it?

 

The fact is, no one really knows what bologna is all about.

 

And as I sat here, trying to come up with this ultra-uber exciting blog post, I found myself staring down at my two-day old Subway cold cut, filled with delicious bologna (my Friday morning breakfast).

 

The truth is, maybe the truth isn’t that great.

 

Maybe the mystery of bologna is better left unsaid.

Maybe the actual contents of bologna should not be spoken of.

Maybe the reality of bologna would ruin all enjoyment of the world’s sandwiches.

 

When you’re a broke college student, you’re expected to live on bologna and cheese.

(Other than U of R students), you are—you’re expected to live on the bare essentials.

 

And when you look at it, bologna is actually tremendously interesting.

 

You can pick apart any object, subject, whatever! and look at its origin—where it comes from.

 

Creativity stems from that alone!

Go back to the basics, go back to bologna—the heart of our childhood boxed lunches.

Dig deep to what makes us human beings, weird creatures who eat food they know nothing about (and love it).

 

Take risks.

Eat bologna.

 

My name is Katie Der, and I’m applying to be an intern at Play this summer.

University of Richmond—Marketing and Studio Art