Sure, why not.  Though if you feel strongly about it, why not make it a scrine.

Thanks, I’d been trying to think of a way to tag this series.  “crayola will now be one of the tags.

Aw, c’mon, boot.  What if “beige” were called “malted milk” instead?  Wouldn’t you find it more evocative, warmer, altogether prettier?

As for you, Counselor, I should warn you that I have joined a group that is lobbying for the non-ironic use of the words/phrases “politically correct,” “political correctness” and “sheeple” to be capital offenses, with death to be administered by a television tuned to Fox News Channel, with a broken remote control and no “off” button on the set itself.

Waggishness aside, though…with all the gentleness and deep respect in the world, I point out that from a global perspective, you and I are the differently-pigmented—and Crayola isn’t just sold to white folks.  Considering the things that white colonialists have forced people of color to give up, I can’t get too worked up over the disappearance of “flesh” from my box of crayons.

(I do recognize that your use of “differently pigmented” comes with a big heaping bowl of Tongue in Cheek—no British food jokes, please!—and you don’t need any consciousness-raising/deconstructing of the White Zeitgeist from me.  That doesn’t mean I won’t give you a little bit of it anyway.  And if you think I’m pushy and strident now, wait until I’ve had a summer of transgender advocacy under my belt.  >:)

(Hey, you *did* say “why not buy an LSAT study guide and try a practice test?”  You could have just encouraged me to take another shitty box factory desk monkey job, but noooooo… *ducks and runs*)

I would just like y’all to know that Bake’s still sore that I broke her last classic Indian Red Crayola last time we were coloring together.

Don’t be mad, Bake.  Boys will be boys… unless they want to be girls…

(giving chase)