Check Your Privilege, Sorry, Uranium

So there you were, naively wandering down the street in your Red Indian costume, or dressed up all "minstrelsy" like a character from a Dr. Seuss book, when all of a sudden you realize that the jolly outfit is, in fact, racist.

Disaster. You run home, look at the packaging of your tried and true "General Lee" and see the word "traditional." You hide it, embarrassed, and reach for another costume, the George Washington one. That'll work. But no, "colonial." You reach blindly for  another and pull out the "Cecil Rhodes." No! Catastrophe.

Maybe the Chaka Zulu will work. Mistake. "Tribal." So you search, desperately, for something to wear on Halloween, something that doesn't perpetuate stereotypes, misinformation, or historical inaccuracy.

Don't say Uranium One.

LSP

Breakfast, With LSP

They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and here's how I like to do it. 

Salt and pepper a steak, then heat up an iron skillet until it's smoking hot. Throw the steak in the skillet, a minute a side. Stare in awe at the sizzling steak, then put it in a 400* preheated oven for 3 or 4 minutes.

While you're doing that, fry up some eggs and mushrooms in butter. Take the steak out of the oven, and let it rest for a few minutes as the eggs finish off. Don't bother to check your privilege, it's not necessary.

Then eat your scoff, like a warrior.

And that's breakfast, with...

LSP