Pick a Fight

Go on. You know you want to. You've been good all these years, ignoring Uncle Leo's snide asides about how the unions are ruining the nation's economy, how teachers are overpaid for working only nine months a year - how he wishes HE had it so damn easy. You've put up with your buffoon, big mouth brother-in-law whose political sophistication goes about as deep as the yellow ribbon magnet on his car. Take off the gloves and pick a real bone this Thanksgiving - sans alcohol, sans fists and certainly without flinging handfuls of cranberry relish. (There's no reason a family dinner has to degenerate to the level of the NBA) Let 'em know exactly where you stand. You'll feel so much better.