When it comes to Halloween costumes, there are two extremes: The people that phone it in and run to the drugstore at the eleventh hour to buy whatever crap is left on the shelves, and the people who really, Really, REALLY get into dressing up for Halloween.
Most revelers fall somewhere in the middle, giving their costumes a little bit of thought and putting in a little bit of effort. Store-bought in full or jerry-rigged at home, these are the costumes of people who want to have fun dressing out of character but know that part of having a good time is not caring too much. The party-goers in over-the-top costumes tend to flail awkwardly on dance floors, sacrificing the night’s fun for being the object of many straight-to-Facebook cell phone photos and maybe a hundred dollar prize, while the here’s-my-costume-it’s-a-wig Halloween slackers just look like assholes.
And we all know that the true spirit of Halloween is sluttiness, and the whole point of the holiday is that women get to wear as little as possible in public and men get to enjoy this. Women should have fun stretching the limits of both their creativity and their modesty; there is really almost no end to what could serve as a costume if your costume is just the barest veil between your body and society.
I love the idea of racey Halloween costumes fashioned from mundane objects, and today when I was tidying the home office I started playing dress-up instead of playing maid. When you live with a techie you live with an abundance of CAT 5 cable; hence my idea for a new spin on the sexy cat costume:
That a holiday so often associated with masks should also be so closely associated with near-nudity is perhaps a thesis for some destitute grad student in the humanities to tackle; I’ll just say that I find it wonderful and amusing, and I think we should continue to embrace sexualizing just about everything and everyone until maybe someday we can just embrace sex.