Monday, October 31, 2005

Why oh why can't I Posted by Picasa
If it's cold in the North, and they're wearing sweaters. Why oh why can't I?
I just got to turn my A/C of down here in Texas, and I can't wait to be wearing sweaters just like this one. Well if I could afford it. Somewhere in the cyberverse, a sweater just like this one is dreaming of me. Damn you, Bluefly!

So begins my blog, on Halloween, rather amusingly. In honor of one of my favorite holidays, I'll start this blog of with an issue that's been bothering me for years now. I love Halloween. I love dressing up as something else, finding inspiration for a costume that's unique and interesting. Alas, I have no skill with "the needle" (unless you count using it as a weapon.) So bar the ocassional creative use of safety pins or cunningly accessorized dress, I am reduced to shopping for my Halloween attire. During my shopping excursions, which include the Internet and some local party stores, I've come across a disturbing phenomenon. All the costumes for women are "Sexy _____" I've seen the "Sexy Witch," the "Sexy Pirate," the "Sexy Cop," the "Sexy Red Riding Hood," and even the "Sexy Little Bo Peep" (which I might add employed an alarming amount of petticoats for a very little skirt). And that doesn't even count the "Sexy Alice in Wonderland" pictured above. Now don't get me wrong, I have nothing against "sexy" dressing, but this seems a bit ridiculous. Somewhere along the line "women's costume" has turned into "dress like a slut". Worst of all, it's dress like a classless slut. Now we're at the point that some girls, and I've seen them at many a Halloween party, just find whatever clothes they can't work up the gumption (or shove down the taste) to wear during the regular year and pass them off as a costume. Oh please. There's something vaguely reminiscent of those girls in high school who got completely drunk and then blamed whatever sexual escapades they'd had the night before on the beer. So maybe it's time for me to give up. Maybe this year, I'll just go pull some man-eater outfit out of the closet for Halloween. If anyone asks, I'll just tell them I'm a succubus. Which come to think of it, for some of the girls I've seen at these parties, might not be a costume at all.

I'm the one on the left. Posted by Picasa