What is your blog about? Dead babies.

So my friend Ryan was asking me just now what my blog was about? And I wasn't actually sure how to respond. I guess since I've never really read many blogs before, so i wasn't too sure what mine should be about. So, here is my mission statement: This blog will be purely about the random assortment of ideas that one would find inside my head, most of which fall somewhere in the range of musings on Western culture.
So today's musing is about dead babies. What is with dead babies? Are they really that interesting? I've encountered dead babies in at least three of my classes. It seems that according to my readings, every woman in the world who is depressed has just had their baby die. In Joan Didion's Play It As It Lays, this bitchy west coast woman named Maria essentially gets absolved of her bitchiness by her loss of her baby. Then I read this book called Good Morning, Midnight for Modern Brit Lit. and essentially its just the story of a crazy bitch who is trying to drink herself to death in Paris and is depressed because her baby died. And on top of that I don't think she can speak French. Now, I have to say I totally understand the seriousness of fetal deaths, but really at a certain point authors must admit that not every baby dies. There are just too many dead babies in literature. maybe its just what I'm reading, but these dead babies are getting out of hand. And to end this post I thought I'd leave you all with a single dead baby joke: Why did the dead baby cross the road?
Because he was stapled to the back of the chicken.