As little kids, we looked forward to the day we could dress up as pirates and mermaids for Halloween.
For one day of the year, we could live the lives of fictional characters we were told weren’t real, or only existed in movies.
Well, fast-forward about 15 years and let’s look at the evolution of our bodies along with these so-called costumes we now wear.
Sure, it’s cute to dress like a waitress or a Barbie doll, with cute little skirts and matching apparel from head to toe.
But since when has a Barbie doll, sold on the shelves at Walmart, bare half their cleavage?
Anyone?
No, really – I’ll wait.
Think about it.
All of a sudden, these innocent costumes we wore as kids don’t appeal to us anymore.
We find ourselves buying the skintight Catwoman suit or the referee miniskirt, because we all know that’s how referees really dress.
Is Halloween really about dressing up to trick-or-treat?
Or is it really a bikini contest undercover?
Ok, so maybe there are some tasteful costumes out there for women our age, but guess what – they usually end up abandoned on the shelves of costume stores across the nation.
And what ever happened to creativity and originality?
I remember when we couldn’t afford to buy costumes and had to make due with a white blanket.
Yes, that’s right. Every year I was either a ghost or an angel.
But one year, I really wanted to go all out, so I decided to dress as a marshmallow instead.
I know, I know, genius, right?
Halloween is the one day of the year when dressing provocatively is socially accepted and practically encouraged.
What message are we sending to kids of this sexually driven country?
And is it in text-message form?
In all seriousness, this Halloween when we are picking out and buying our outfits, just think to yourself, ‘if I were to wear this costume any other day of the year, would cars slow down and ask me ‘how much?'”
And no, I’m not talking about the price of the costume.