Halloweak, is more like
Somewhere along the line, Halloween got sucky. I loved it as a kid, dressing up like Batman, going to school in disguise, being someone else. It was a period of encouraged imagination, and, even more, people gave you candy for it. It’s like everything a kid could want all rolled into a single day.
Now it just depresses me. I can appreciate the desire to laugh at what scares us, but Halloween to me has just become absurd, a mockery of fear rather than a veneration. Plus, some women feel the need to dress, frankly, like naive strippers. Maybe there’s something wrong with my Y chromosome, but when I see women dressed like that in real life I feel saddened and offput rather than hot and bothered. Yes, ma’am, I see that your boobs are hanging out and you’ve got high heels that reach to the moon. How’s that self esteem thing going for you?
But, it’s only one day. There were a ton of cute kids waddling around the mall tonight, so the joy of seeing them having fun and being kids definitely offset my jaded attitude toward the holiday. I wish sometimes that I could feel that way about it again, but that ship left the harbor long ago, and part of growing up, I think, is remembering it fondly but not wishing to go back to it.
Happy November, The Internet.
I don’t know when costumes went from original, comfortable, and even warm at times to commonplace, risque, and freezing, not to mention highly inappropriate. I miss the days when people made their own costumes completely; when I use to make my own costume with help from my dad. I think it’s all society’s fault. What do you think?
I was just talking to my brother about this on Sunday. It’s his first year at college, and after telling me about the crazy parties he went to he paused and said, “you know, I liked getting candy a lot more than drinking beer.” It’s like there are two different versions of Halloween, one for kids and one for adults, and the kids’ version was a lot more wholesome, a lot more exciting, and a lot more fun.