Cindy, I liked that article a lot. Breaks it down to the basics and makes you take a really close look at the word and what it means. It covers a lot more ground than the way many people use it. Thanks for the link!

Cindy, I'd read that article, damn it - love it. It breaks it down and I think she misses a few points but that's only because she's keeping it so straightforward. I remember being given shit by a Very Very Left of Feminist Famous Science Fiction Writer, about how I couldn't possibly be a feminist - I was wearing designer clothes. Yeah well, BITE ME, honey. I was on the frontlines before you discovered earth shoes and decided deodorant was Satan's Little Helper.

I think I've heard that much more often from people in my parents' generation, most often accompanied by a, "Oh, you're a feminist? Isn't that cute! I used to be one -- you'll grow out of it."

I've met a couple of those in my generation, but they're, er, dead now.

Jesse, that was fun, and doubly so because we recently went painting everything a colour called Devonshire Cream: warm white with a yellow undertint. It's remarkably cheering.

Maria, I'm amazed your kids can keep their hands off the NoD, with that written across the cover.

Yeah, well. They'd have to pry it out of my grip. ;-D

"You'll get my Notebook of Doom when you pry it out of my cold, dead hands!"

'Sright!

Jaundice

"Push!"

yeah, blow me, Doc, you try pushing with no anaesthetic

"I can see the head!"

good, because I want dinner

"It's a girl!"

Just like I told you, after two amnios and you insisted it was male, pompous gits

"Here's your daughter."

awwwwwwwww - curly hair, eyes are closed but I bet green like mine, winged eyebrows, what the FUCK?

"Why is my daughter yellow?"

"Nothing to worry about - she's three weeks early, the liver's not fully developed yet. We'll put her under the UV lights. She'll be fine."

Great. All that work, and she isn't cooked yet?

Great. All that work, and she isn't cooked yet?

Bwah! I got a picture of a baby in a burger basket under the heat lamps at a restaurant!

Aw, I was a little orange baby, too!

Jesse, she wasn't orange, she was yellow. Jo has skin toward the olive side, so the jaundice? She looked like a meyer lemon that had spent time in a tanning bed.

Yellow drabble: 100 words

For me, they are both success and failure. Hormones to guarantee regulation along with upheaval. For ten years, they hid the problem, and now after three fruitless more, they are my final solution. They are where I started and now, finally, where I have reluctantly returned.

There are four rows. Three of them are yellow; the fourth is white. Take all colored tablets before white tablets, the black print warns.

I want to take yellow and yellow and yellow again, one pack to the next. I want to skip all the sugar pills forever, forget I am a woman.