Halloween and The Slutty Costume Dilema
LIFESTYLE | HALLOWEEN
~ BY MONICA HUNT
Are we so out of whore ideas that we’re scraping the bottom of the barrel for new and inventive ways to express our inner bad girl?
There was a point in every girl’s life when Halloween was an innocent affair, where costumes took the form of a your traditional witch, ballerina, fairy, or zombie. Somewhere between the end of puberty and the onset of college, however, young women decided to throw off the shackles of common sense and good fun on Halloween and in exchange, added the adjective “slutty” before their costumes of choice. This phenomena was canonized perfectly in Tina Fey’s Mean Girls, when Cady Heron is dressed as a dead, not slutty dead bride, while The Plastics look like teenage Playboy playmates –and it was okay, because it is Halloween.
Now the trend has hit a wall. Halloween has turned into a parade of unoriginal “slutty.” Slutty cops, pirates, and pumpkins (for real?) roam the streets every year. Even the most hallowed memories of our childhood are getting the slut treatment (Rainbow Brite, Superheroes, etc). There’s even a slutty girlscout get-up, WTF? Not cool. Not cool at all.
Are we so out of whore ideas that we’re scraping the bottom of the barrel for new and inventive ways to express our inner bad girl? The lack of creativity that goes hand-in-hand with “sexy” costumes everyone purchases from AmiClubWear is just disappointing. How many other girls at the clubs and parties you attend this year will be in head-to-toe ho? The answer is: all of them. You’ll probably see eleven other girls wearing the same sexy nurse get-up.
Perhaps it is time to rethink the slutty cop, pirate wench, or insect (yeah, looking at you slutty bumblebee) and start “slutivizing” less obvious characters in history like, slutty Eleanor Roosevelt, slutty physicist, or maybe a slutty Hilary Clinton!
Or, rather, you could just dust off your sexy Kill Bill uniform from the previous year. Not only did you look and feel good wearing it, but you most likely had a great time never having to explain to anyone what it meant or who you were pretending to be (an added bonus of the sexy costume). Plus, you didn’t mind wearing it on the morning of November 1st, while walking back to your car and/or apartment. Double Walk of Shame for the win!