Wednesday, October 31, 2012

I Don't Do Costumes

I have lovely memories of Halloween as a child, trotting down the streets with a plastic pumpkin in my hand, sweating under my little mask, tripping over sidewalks and driveways because I couldn't see where I was going, then gorging myself on candy until I was sick.  Ah, those were the days.

But then I grew up, and for the life of me I can't understand why adults want to dress up for Halloween or turn their home into a miniature haunted house.  I don't do costumes or lighted jack o' lanterns lining the walk.  If I buy candy, it's for me.  What do you call a Scrooge at Halloween?  And as for people who dress up their pets?  Don't get me started.  Okay, I'll admit this one is funny:


  1. That one is funny. Shows a bit of intelligence, too. How many people make allusions to Greek mythology in Halloween costumes?

    I like Halloween, but now it's so trashy and commercialized it's no longer any fun. It's all about adolescent ideas of sexual exhibitionism or grossing people out with taboo ideas. I think the adults who contuinue to dress up have never really got past the junior high stage in their lives. One of my partner's coworkers said: "I'm going as a slutty nurse!" He quipped: "That's a costume?" They're both nurses.

    The whole Halloween retail cash machine sickens me. They invade the city and suburbs every year, take over vacant storefronts for two months or so, rake in the dough and leave. Makes me ill in a time when vacant storefronts keep popping up with increasing frequency and never get permanent tenants.

  2. A large part of my disgust about this holiday has to do with the retail aspect that you've described. Of course that applies to Christmas as well. I don't even put up a tree now. I just go to concerts, watch my favorite Christmas movies, read a really thick book, have dinner with the family, and have a fabulous holiday.

    "Adolescent" is being charitable. "Infantile" gets closer to the mark. And I love the slutty nurse remark.