Question 1: What is 4word?
What came first, 4word or the egg?
In our case, it was the egg.
Seated at one of our most frequented walking-distance restaurants in LA, 4 of us got to talking. There was a twentysomething entrepreneur prodigy, a YouTube star, and Mariah Carey’s future gay son. Oh, and me. The social entrepreneur who seems to enjoy cheese and bossing people around.
So, the egg. Or, eggs.
“Breakfast is the best meal of the day.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“It’s alright.”
“How do you guys like your eggs?”
And, I’m not kidding you, in one breath,
“Benedict.”
“Scrambled.”
“Over-easy. With cheese. Or ketchup.”
“I don’t really like eggs.”
We burst out laughing. Then, we said we should start share a blog. Tackling our individual and our collective.
4word aims to do just that. Provide a forum for us, as individuals, to share our own personal thoughts, and celebrate and appreciate each other’s opinions. And, together, unify the world and blur the lines of difference. And some people find us funny. Collectively. Individually, depends on who it is. Just kidding.
We’re starting with “What is 4word?” We may get to “Would you rather?” We’ll end up somewhere between dreaming up world domination and who to invite to dinner (dead or alive).
But one thing is for sure. 4word is going somewhere. Everywhere, one of us would chime in.
But it all started, with the egg.
Question 1: What is 4word?
The foreword is the part of the book that comes just before the beginning.
Oh wait, you don’t read books anymore? Okay.
So, pretend this book is a DVD; the foreword would be the special extras with commentary, a little bit about how the story was developed, cast, filmed and the people involved in making the story come to life. The foreword is about how the real story came to be— and that’s what we’re trying to do here, with this blog. The 4 of us, different as we all are, make one crazy story. As we move forward, together or thousands of miles apart, this is our way of remembering and acknowledging that different is good.
We’re like a sisterhood of traveling pants. Except we don’t travel, only two of us are sisters, and we don’t share one pair of pants because that’s unsanitary. Sharing a blog is so much more hygienic.
