Halloween Fiesta

Stealing candy from a baby is usually unheard of … unless it is Halloween! Snacking on cavity-inducing candies, scaring the crap out of people and dressing in vibrant costumes epitomize the Halloween spirit. People say that Halloween is a holiday for little kids, but I disagree. Two years ago one of my friends dressed up as Dora the Explorer — she had the cute book bag, and she was not even Hispanic! Sadly, I have not seen that kind of humor in this Halloween’s festivities, perhaps due to entering college. What I am most likely to see this “spooky” holiday are not clown masks or Palin masks, but mini-skirts, low V-necks and, terrifyingly, maybe even a loincloth. Somehow the holiday has become no more than an excuse to dress in as little clothing as possible. Honestly, I really do not mind seeing girls or boys dressed like floozies unless I see their bottoms (grimace), especially since I may be giving in to this trend. At any rate, the realization that we may never desire to dress up as a princess or as a power ranger (Tommy was awesome) is rather depressing. Who has misplaced our collective childish imagination and our desire to be creative?

Halloween has always allowed people an opportunity to act and be someone they are not; one of the reasons Halloween is so endearing is that people can return to their immature attitudes and still be accepted. Yet the tendency I have been noticing is that no one cares to dress up in quirky costumes as much as they do revealing costumes. In the Halloween Super Store, the adult section’s entire wall consists of barely-there interpretations of all known careers. With options like these, no wonder so many people are terrified of drafts during the holiday. The chance to insult another individual through imitation is the best opening to release hidden talents (like singing or bitching). Instead of dressing like a sexy nurse or a horny teacher, try dressing up like Richard Simmons or Oprah. When I see these types of costumes and matching personalities, it means that there has been some thought and effort put into it. On the other hand, when I see half-naked boys and girls, I think they could care less about how they come off (a little too inviting). Try using the noggin and reflecting on what costume would evoke hilarity or astound the majority of party goers.

It is easy to stomp through any store and pick out an ensemble that exposes so much skin that even Paris Hilton would be put to shame, but to create or to assemble one is more impressive and can be added to one’s resume under “skills.” Dress up as anyone, anyone who is not simply some stereotypical desperate bimbo, unless one can be a bimbo and be innovative. Use your imagination to become childish like Casper, or regal like Queen Elizabeth, or humorous like McLovin. Surprise me. Be unpredictable and creepy. It is even okay to look like Chris Crocker. But not really.

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