Stepping out for Thanksgiving, or any holiday for that matter, is an instance where I like to apply the endangered sense of occasion. As Bill Maher once eloquently put it, if America gets any more casual, people will be wearing diapers and Crocs to the mall.
One of my fondest memories of childhood was shaving with my dad. I wasn't shaving for real, of course, but I would stand next to him at the bathroom sink as he shaved. I would pretend shave with dad's Noxzema medicated foam on my face, using a pink plastic spoon from Baskin Robbins as a razor. When it came time for me to start shaving grown-up style, I quickly learned that mine was a very sensitive mug that required special attention. After years of trying this and that, I have a system that works pretty well.