Letter from the Editor 

Around my house, "MSU" does not reference Mississippi State or any other university. MSU is shorthand for "making s*** up." (If the 11-year-old is involved, it's "making stuff up.") The phrase arose organically, when we realized that all of us had a tendency, on occasion (like every day of our lives), to speak authoritatively on a subject about which we aren't authorities.

Examples of this are legion. On vacation in Peru last summer, we were gazing at a snow-capped mountain range when I confidently said, "The tallest one is Mt. Huascaran. That's the highest mountain in Peru." I got away with that for about six seconds before my wife said, "You are totally MSU."

Which I was. I mean, it should have been and could have been Huascaran, given our location, but in reality, I had no way of knowing if what I said was true.

One thing this new phrase has done is keep us all on our toes. You can get away with MSU if you're a good bluffer, we've learned. But if your "S" is questioned, there is no escape from instant scrutiny, thanks to the miracle of Google.

The other day I made a salad that included chopped apples. My wife looked at the result of my labor, sighed, and said, "Honey, you're always supposed to peel apples when you use them in a salad."

"I don't think so," I said. "I think it's certainly an option, but it's not necessary."

My wife went on to give me a couple of semi-dubious reasons about why I was wrong, but she knew — and I knew — what was coming. I called MSU, went to the laptop, and pulled up several pictures of salads with apples, bright red skin and all.

This development in our household has made me realize just how casually most of us just, well, fling BS around. And it's really embarrassing when the resident fifth-grader calls you out. This has happened often enough that I had to come up with an amendment to the MSU doctrine: You are allowed to occasionally MSU if you are over 50.

But no one's buying it so far.

On that note, I wish you all happy holidays and the merriest of Christmases. And I'm totally not making that up.

Bruce VanWyngarden

brucev@memphisflyer.com

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