My Halloween costume of choice wouldn't have taken much effort: I wanted to have a basket of things (candy, maybe?) that I would pass out, wait a few minutes and then gather back up.
Yup, I wanted to go as an Indian giver.
Two co-workers gently tried to tell me that I'm "um, ... not ... that ... kind... of..." Like I don't know!!
Jay-Z was horrified and told me that if I followed through, she would dissociate herself from me. She went so far as to say that she would claim that she "didn't know that cracker." I tried to insist on at least being called a whole-wheat cracker. Her response was, "Oh you've never been called 'cracker' by a white girl?? Yeah, that's what just happened!"
So, my "costume" was offensive, but her response is copacetic?
I think you can guess what I'll be wearing next Halloween.
* Mikie came into my office saying "What is it? Not Roosevelt corollary. Not Monroe Doctrine....." I immediately knew what he was talking about. When I said, "Uh, manifest destiny?", he looked immensely relieved. Working amongst geeks (techie, wordsmith, and more) is the best.