Slut-a-ween?
Hey people,
I'm sure we've all noticed the trend in recent years toward sexy (cough, streetwalker, cough) Halloween costumes for women. At a recent trip to my local Target, skirts short enough to show my underpants and cleavage revealing pirate wench costumes were the ONLY options for adult female dress up fun. (Unless I wanted to pay $70 for a six foot chicken costume. I was tempted, but as I'm poor and only 5'6", I thought such a purchase unwise.)
Anyway, my six year old son was very disappointed when we left the store without a costume for Mama. I was very disappointed to be stuck trying to explain to him that the way those costumes made Mama look would be inappropriate for a family Halloween.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I can get my exhibitionist on with the best of them when the occasion and company are right. I've been to a tarts and vicars party, and I dressed as Rollergirl (complete with mini skirt and roller skates--a very bad combination when drinking beer at a keg party) in college. (If you don't know who Rollergirl is, you were too young in the late 90's. I would advise taking a moment to bask in the glow of your youth and then be horribly envious that you missed the grunge movement.)
But there is a time and place for a revealing costume. That place isn't when I'm out with my family, chasing two little boys around fall festivals and street fairs. And I think a lot of women--whether they have children or not--feel the same way. Sometimes we just want to dress up. For fun. To pretend to be someone else, not to reveal our bodies in such a way as to titillate the male population.
It's a disturbing trend that's only getting more disturbing as fewer and fewer modest choices make it to the shelves each year.
This year, costume manufacturers are obviously out to prove that there is no character too wholesome to be slutted up in the name of making America's women hawt on Halloween.
Some examples, I give you them:
Raphael, Ninja Turtle:
From this:
To this:
Call me crazy, but thigh high fire-engine red boots, a boob enhancing breast plate, and a six inch green mircro mini just don't scream "I am a turtle ninja who fights crime" to me.
Rainbow Bright:
From this:
To this:
Four inch spiked heels and white fur trim barely big enough to conceal the lady bits... Guess I won't be indulging my 1980's nostalgia with that one.
Spongebob Squarepants:
From this:
To this:
Some stripper Mary Janes, a too short skirt, and I swear Spongebob is shooting her a lascivious grin. For shame, people. You've not only slutted Spongebob up, you've made him a pervert.
Big Bird:
(Yes. Big. Bird.)
From this:
To this:
And this:
And if Big Bird wasn't enough to make bile rise in your throat and a feeling of pure ICK sweep from head to toe, just look what they've done to sweet little Elmo:
From this:
To this:
I don't know about you guys, but nothing says lovable furry red three year old monster like some stripper heels and a skin tight fur mini.
*Eye roll*
Stacey Jay<--who is off to take a shower and wash off the ICK.
I'm sure we've all noticed the trend in recent years toward sexy (cough, streetwalker, cough) Halloween costumes for women. At a recent trip to my local Target, skirts short enough to show my underpants and cleavage revealing pirate wench costumes were the ONLY options for adult female dress up fun. (Unless I wanted to pay $70 for a six foot chicken costume. I was tempted, but as I'm poor and only 5'6", I thought such a purchase unwise.)
Anyway, my six year old son was very disappointed when we left the store without a costume for Mama. I was very disappointed to be stuck trying to explain to him that the way those costumes made Mama look would be inappropriate for a family Halloween.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I can get my exhibitionist on with the best of them when the occasion and company are right. I've been to a tarts and vicars party, and I dressed as Rollergirl (complete with mini skirt and roller skates--a very bad combination when drinking beer at a keg party) in college. (If you don't know who Rollergirl is, you were too young in the late 90's. I would advise taking a moment to bask in the glow of your youth and then be horribly envious that you missed the grunge movement.)
But there is a time and place for a revealing costume. That place isn't when I'm out with my family, chasing two little boys around fall festivals and street fairs. And I think a lot of women--whether they have children or not--feel the same way. Sometimes we just want to dress up. For fun. To pretend to be someone else, not to reveal our bodies in such a way as to titillate the male population.
It's a disturbing trend that's only getting more disturbing as fewer and fewer modest choices make it to the shelves each year.
This year, costume manufacturers are obviously out to prove that there is no character too wholesome to be slutted up in the name of making America's women hawt on Halloween.
Some examples, I give you them:
Raphael, Ninja Turtle:
From this:
To this:
Call me crazy, but thigh high fire-engine red boots, a boob enhancing breast plate, and a six inch green mircro mini just don't scream "I am a turtle ninja who fights crime" to me.
Rainbow Bright:
From this:
To this:
Four inch spiked heels and white fur trim barely big enough to conceal the lady bits... Guess I won't be indulging my 1980's nostalgia with that one.
Spongebob Squarepants:
From this:
To this:
Some stripper Mary Janes, a too short skirt, and I swear Spongebob is shooting her a lascivious grin. For shame, people. You've not only slutted Spongebob up, you've made him a pervert.
Big Bird:
(Yes. Big. Bird.)
From this:
To this:
And this:
And if Big Bird wasn't enough to make bile rise in your throat and a feeling of pure ICK sweep from head to toe, just look what they've done to sweet little Elmo:
From this:
To this:
I don't know about you guys, but nothing says lovable furry red three year old monster like some stripper heels and a skin tight fur mini.
*Eye roll*
Stacey Jay<--who is off to take a shower and wash off the ICK.