Who is Moppy Taylor?
Hello, that’s me. I’m Moppy Taylor (not really). Here are some basics about me: I’m a Canadian lady living in London. I’m married to a British lady. I’m 37 and that feels so out of step with my mental age, which is about 16.
Here’s why I call myself Moppy Taylor: One day I somehow ended up on the Urban Dictionary definition for “Moppy” (I may have been drunk and/or high, I’m not certain why I ended up here):
Now when I read this I thought it said a moppy person makes those around them feel better. I thought: “I make people feel better! I’m self-deprecating and laugh at my own misfortunes, which puts other people’s lives in perspective and makes them feel better!”
For instance when someone says “I had a really shitty Christmas: My in-laws were super annoying.” I can reply with “That’s awful. I spent Christmas in rehab“.
Suddenly their Christmas doesn’t seem so bad, they feel better and I feel better for making them feel better. Codependency issues? You bet!
So even though I misread the Urban Dictionary definition, I quickly fell in love with word Moppy. The bit about it being “typically an attribute of people named Taylor” was the cherry on top and Moppy Taylor was born (the part about being pretty makes me uncomfortable. Ignore that bit).
Moppy Taylor: It just sounds good.
What is Moppiness?
Well if “friendliness” is the quality of being friendly, then then “moppiness” is the quality of being able to make other people feel better about their lives through self-deprecating humour about real-life shit that’s happened.
It’s also the ongoing state of living alcohol free and not being miserable about it.
Basically, it’s my little corner of the Internet to overshare about my life in a quasi-anonymous way, and I am very happy you have found it.