Word Of The Day 2-21-2017

Distaff

adjective
DISS-taff

Definition

1 a : related through a mother

b : inherited or derived from the female parent

2 : female

Examples

“Lord Robert Walsingham de Vere St. Simon, second son of the Duke of Balmoral.… The Duke, his father, was at one time Secretary for Foreign Affairs. They inherit Plantagenet blood by direct descent, and Tudor on the distaff side.” — Arthur Conan Doyle, “The Adventure of the Noble Bachelor,” 1892

“One hint that the article was aimed more at the distaff side was in the second of 15 trends it listed, namely: ‘Meet Workleisure: Athleisure is taking on the workplace.’ The illustrations were of women, the brands mentioned were feminine lines and, well, that whole concept is just too burdensome to plan and too pricey for my closet.” — Mike Tighe, The La Crosse (Wisconsin) Tribune, 29 Dec. 2016

Did You Know?

The word distaff was first used for a short staff that held a bundle of fibers—of flax or wool, for example—ready to be spun into yarn or thread. Since spinning was a basic daily task customarily done by women, the distaff came to be the symbol for the work or domain of women. This symbolic use of the noun distaff dates back to the time of Chaucer and is found in several works by Shakespeare. Eventually distaff came to be used for the female branch of a family and then as an adjective, as in “the distaff side of the family.”

FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #23-Surprise.

Word Count is off! Let’s focus on the theme of the thing. Not many actually stick to the word count anyway. (SUGGESTED-No more than 500 if you want to try that.)

  • Using the prompt of ‘Surprise, WRITE. A surprise can be anything. Surprise me with yours. (REQUIRED)

DEADLINE IS:

23:59 EST (New York Time) Wednesday.

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The surprise was she came at all. He hadn’t expected it. She never did the expected.

“So,” she asked, swinging easily down in the chair across from him, hair dancing about her face. Sexy. She was so damn sexy, but he forced his mind to focus on the important.

“I’m surprised you came.”

“Darling, you know I adore you more than anything.”

Thing. Yes, that was the reality of the matter.

“Yes, whatever.” He paused, turning his coke can, laying ring after ring of condensation on the dark tabletop. “I’ve been thinking.”

She laughed, reaching across to touch his hand. “You know what I’ve told you about that, darling.”

“What?”

“Thinking too much.”

He grimaced. This was what she did, distracted him from his real purpose, his truth.

“I’m busy today,” she went on, eyes loving him.

It was a lie, but a lie he desperately wanted to believe.

“Can we do this later?” She cocked her head, smiled. “Tonight, when we have all the time in the world.  Just us.” Her voice softened to a purr, smile promising things he couldn’t refuse.

He was addicted. That was the thing.  Addicted.

She rose, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Tonight, darling.” Her voice promised things he’d never have.

Which came first, the chicken or the egg?  Man or mouse? Man or mouse?

He watched her walk away, swing in her hips affecting him deep down inside. Finally, he faced the truth.

She owned hm.

He ran towards her, calling out her name. The street and sidewalk were busy all around, forcing him to duck and dodge.

“Valarie, wait!” he called, skirting around a parked car.

To his surprise, she turned.

Man or mouse? Chicken or egg?

When he stepped in front of the truck, her irritation turned to confusion and then, at the last second, to surprise.

Finally, he’d surprised her.

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Just a  quick break from your regular station…

I keep reading about International Women’s Day and how we still need to fight to be equal to men. Huh?  Why would we want to be equal to men?  That’s like saying oranges have to be equal to apples in order to be considered a good fruit.

We are women and men are men.  We have no need to be equal to them because we aren’t men.  Men have their strengths and weaknesses and women have their strengths and weaknesses.

I know somebody is going to say but ‘women don’t make as much money,’ and ‘women had to deal with the whole family thing of kids and working.’ So what?  We do what we are good at. Many women are good at these things, others are not. So do what you’re good at. Ditto men.

We are not going to make the world a perfect place by making, or pretending to make, everybody equal. Men, women, white, black, brown, red, rich, poor and so forth. We are all born with the ability to do unique things, none of which are more or less important than anybody else’s tasks. Why can’t we work to make each women, and each man, the best they can be for their own sake, not just to compare them to somebody else’s standards?

Equal to is just another way to divide the world and aren’t we divided enough as it is?

Now… back to your regular programming.