Really?! A Slutty Skunk?

Slutty Skunk

I bet she stinks.

What fresh hell is this? A slutty skunk? Really? That’s what you wanted to be for halloween? In all the world, your heart’s greatest desire was to pay $250 for a costume that makes you resemble a skunk prostitute? Ok. Fine.

Listen. I have absolutely no problem with you wanting to dress a bit more daring, even rique if you so choose and you’re an adult attending an adult function (Please, please, no more slutty skunks at kid centric events). Really, I get it. It’s kind of fun to let your wild side have a night out and halloween presents an excellent opportunity for it. I say go for it. If dressing up in a sexy costume and going out in public makes you feel carefree and beautiful, I have no problem with it. None at all. Other than these.

1. It’s October. Aren’t you cold?

2. Why are the only costumes available to women of the skank variety?

3. Animals. As my darling and ever pithy friend Mary put it “It’s taking anthropomorphism to a very bad place.”

Skunks stink. For reals. They are known for being stinky. What is sexy about that? Ok- I guess a case can be made for Pepe Le Pew being kind of sexy, I mean, he was pretty darn romantic and always looks like he’s wearing a tuxedo, but he is clearly the skunk exception and not the rule.

Pepe Le Pew

 

I simply can’t imagine what was going on in the brains of the ladies who chose to be a slutty skunk for halloween. Or can I?

What was going on in the head of this year’s batch of slutty skunks according to my imagination.

Finally, a costume that allows me to use the line “Let me put my stink on you.” without seeming gross and bizarre. 

This is the best costume ever-  I don’t even have to shower!

I can’t wait to hear all the bestiality jokes this costume will inspire!

With this costume, I’ll never have to apologize for farting. It’s totally implied and expected. 

If there is one thing the fellas like, it’s a girl dressed as a skunk. 

Am I taking crazy pills or are sexy animal costumes completely ridiculous??? As a point of reference, I was Zelda Fitzgerald for halloween.

That One Time I Got Cursed By A Clown Doll

Clown Doll

So, I’m at an antique shop yesterday and there were some delightfully creepy booths, which are basically my favorite kind of booths (other than those filled with old vinyl albums), and in one of those creepy, creepy booths there was a doll. Not just any doll. A clown doll. And not just any clown doll, a terrifying clown doll. And not just any terrifying clown doll, a…..oh wait, I guess it was just a terrifying clown doll. This clown doll had a face filled with malice and evil and ill omens, yet something (was it magnets?) compelled me to pick up that terrifying clown doll and show it to my friend Mary. As soon as my hand touched that clown doll, I regretted it. Why had I let curiosity dictate my actions?! I knew full well that curiosity is the number one killer of cats, and yet I still obeyed it as if it was my Mama. Fool that I am! After showing Mary the doll I set it down on the table immediately. Too late! Too late! I could already feel the curse of the clown doll coursing through my right hand. My hand started to tingle and with fear in my heart, I looked over at Mary and said “Um. I’m like 90% sure that clown doll just cursed me.” to which she replied “Oh yeah. It totally did.”

The only question that remains is what form this curse will take. I have a few theories.

1. I will develop a compulsive need to tell knock-knock jokes.

2. I will get trapped in tiny car filled with 12 other people.

3. My arm will fall off.

4. I will have nightmares involving cream pies for the rest of my life.

5. That clown doll will find me and murder me ala Chucky.

Tell my story friends. Tell it to everyone you know and love. Don’t let creepy clown doll curses win. Save yourselves!

Anyway, I’m really excited about Halloween.

A Year In Books

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Last week, I read Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury. Seeing as how it’s October and Halloween shooting towards us like a bullet shot from a gun held by a zombie who just killed a vampire, this book was appropriately creepy. Like, real creepy.

The plot of the book is two friends+ old Dad + creepy carnival= really scary things. That carnival was evil y’all! I used to like carnivals. Next time I go to a carnival I  am probably going to be absolutely terrified of everyone and everything. Even the hall of mirrors was scary. And the carousel? Don’t even get me started on the carousel. Reading Bradbury’s writing is like listening to spooky music with your eyes. And I loved every second of it. Maybe not the smartest thing to read before bed, but I loved it nonetheless. I don’t want to ruin it by telling you what happens in the end but I do want to say that I love the part laughter has to play in it. That is all. That is all you get. Anything else and I might ruin it. Just read the book. Really. Really really.

Oh wait. I will say one more thing: The entire time I read this book the choir from Harry Potter singing “Something Wicked This Way Comes” was on repeat in my head. That should convince you to read the book.

So, what are y’alls plans for Halloween? Scary movie? Haunted house? Costume party? I’m planning on all three because I’m hallowed like that.

 

Trick or Treating Etiquette- or- Historical Costumes Get More Candy

Donald Duck Trick or Treat

I loved trick or treating when I was younger. I really loved it. I loved dressing up, I loved (and continue to love) candy, and I loved all the excitement and spookiness of the holiday. However, once I stopped trick or treating and started passing candy out I realized that there are a few rules of etiquette that should be followed by all trick or treaters.

1. Once you are officially a “teenager” i.e. 13, you should stop trick or treating. For real. I hate giving candy out to older kids who are running a muck all over my neighborhood and stomping over the little kids who should be the ones having the fun. I know it’s harsh. It felt harsh to me when I turned 13 and no longer went trick or treating. But it’s necessary. Let the younger one’s have the fun.

2. Say thank you. I mean, it’s just good manners. I don’t have to give you candy. I’m not afraid of your “tricks.” Just say thank you. And if you don’t say thank you, I curse the piece of candy I’m giving you. Curse it, I say! Be ye warned. Manners count.

3. Say “trick or treat”. Don’t just stand there with your candy bag out and that expectant look on your face. Irreverent whippersnappers.

4. Please send out your kids with flashlights or glow-sticks. It’s nighttime people. That means it’s dark outside. When your children are 45 and in therapy because one time when they were  8 and trick or treating and they fell in a hole they couldn’t see because they didn’t have a flashlight or glow-stick and now they are terrified of the dark- that’s on you parents. I’m just saying.

Mainly, I feel like this is all just common sense and good manners, but after passing out candy last night and realizing how few of these rules were followed I felt like I needed to say something. You know, because people look to me for etiquette. They do.

I have to admit, though, there are some biases I have when passing out candy. Not everybody gets the same amount. Everyone gets at least one piece, I don’t break any kids hearts or anything, I’m not a monster. But, I will admit, I do give some kids more candy than others. It goes like this….

You say trick or treat and have a costume on- 1 or 2 pieces of candy.

You say trick or treat and are dressed up like a historical figure- 1 or 2 handfuls of candy. I can’t help myself. I gots to give props to my little history loving homies out there.

Best ever was the little girl who came dressed up as Queen Elizabeth I- that girl got like, a bucket of candy from me. I’m pretty sure I bribed inspired her to study history. You’re welcome little girls parents. Or, maybe, I’m sorry. It really depends on how practical you think studying history is.

The best costumes I saw this year were a 3-year old gnome, a 3-year old astronaut, and a 6-year old sock-hopper. Really, I have to say, the 3-4 year olds pretty much dominated this year costume-wise. You’re on notice 5-12 year olds. Step it up next year. Might I suggest Anne Boleyn (you could play it straight or zombie), or perhaps Vlad the Impaler (if you say “Dracula” it doesn’t count), or maybe even Albert Einstein (crazy hair and physics is always fun). All great costumes, all historical figures. Take my suggestions and there could be a lot of candy in your future. Also, if you say something historical that matches your costume, then I will probably give you money. True story. And I might cry a little bit from happiness.

On another note, I watched a great special on the History of Halloween. Pretty interesting stuff. None of the kids seemed that impressed though when I tried to tell them about it. Weird.