Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Halloween has never been my favorite holiday. But it usually held its own, between the free candy and carving pumpkins, it definitely had its perks. I was a happy kid. On the other hand, I really don't like loud sounds or being scared so that's a definite downside to the whole idea of Halloween. Oh, a Snickers bar? Well, I don't mind if I do...
Then I moved away from my parents' house. Last year, I got a bunch of candy thinking some kids might come to the door. But no, you can't see my house from the street. No one ventured down.
Last night, the costume fight happened.
After an hour of looking at women's costumes, which isn't much different than looking at stripper outfits, I found a cute Star Trek dress. Nothing creative but it would do. It would cover the most important parts of my body and maybe be a little warm. I also would not look like a pumpkin, so good enough.
My boyfriend was shocked. "Why would you wear something that you don't care about? Why not come up with something creative?"To which I replied, "Well, I don't want to be a French maid and I have other things to do this week besides worrying about finding a super original costume." He just didn't get it.
Then, he told me that he was sure he could find a creative and non-slutty costume. Definitely. Google would prove his point!
Silently he went through the Google ooos, sure that the next page would bring with it a costume I was comfortable with wearing while also being creative. At one point he said, "What about this one?" to which I replied, "That is a man. I don't really want to dress as a man." Then another one, "What about this one? It looks like a Roman thing." I looked more closely, "No, that is not a Roman goddess outfit, that is an offensive "Indian" (Native American) costume."
He finally found a funny one with Hillary Clinton and a blackberry from the "Texts From Hillary" tumblr account. I love Hillary but I don't really want to dress up as her. "Why not?! You love politics!", he said, trying to hide a little bit of desperation to prove his point.
I finally just said, "Yea, we'll see." and went to brush my teeth.
I'm tired of this costume debate. If someone wants to dress up in a super skimpy outfit then good for them. No judgement. I don't really want to do that. Halloween is definitely not as awesome anymore. Especially because I'm going to hold off on the candy if I want to pull off that Star Trek costume.
But to assuage his anxiety about not finding a super original outfit, I will go to the Southside after work and look for something. I have lower than low expectations. One last attempt to find a "non-slutty Halloween costume". Heh, yea, I think we all know how that will go. Then, I'm going to go study so I don't have to become a stripper to pay my bills.
Posted by Agent Ska at 7:43 AM