It’s that time of year again, so I thought I’d reprint a post I wrote last year about my daughter’s search for a Halloween costume.
I’m not usually a big ranter – in public, anyway – but at what point did a “holiday” for children become all about women looking sexy?
Last week, I took my kids to a local Halloween store (one of those places that moves in temporarily in the month before Halloween) to look for costumes. My son, who’s 11, made a beeline for the scariest costumes he could find, and ended up choosing this freaky, demented-looking jester mask that gives me the willies every time I look at it.
But I digress…
My daughter (who has hated Halloween and all things scary since the day she was born) and I spent some time in the women’s costume area, where she planned to examine the happier costumes – she’s still on the fence about whether she’s going to take part in festivities at all – in case she found one she liked.
What we saw in that department was even scarier.
My family is Scottish, so when I spotted a plaid kilt, I said, “Hey, look at this one.” I walked up to the package, took one look and said, “Never mind.”