If you know me, you know I hate “sexy” costumes at Halloween. If you want to dress as something that is sexy by default, maybe okay. Like, I don’t know, Gwen Stefani? But when you add “sexy” or worse, “slutty” as an adjective to things like witch, cat or nurse, it makes me want to claw my face off. No, your face actually. When did Halloween become an excuse to exploit women? Why why why! must everything be “skanky?” Can’t you just be a cat? They’re cute. Or a witch? They’re spooky.
Everyone who knows me outside the blog has probably stopped reading by now because they’re sick of hearing about it. So I’m almost done. But before I go, I want to point you to something I read on Feministing this morning. When costumes start portraying anorexia as sexy, or when they market “sexy” to young girls, I don’t want to claw off any faces. I want to cry.
Ack! I couldn’t agree with you more. Its like somehow Halloween has turned into an event that brings out the inner whore in women.
I try to dress as unappealing as possible. Last year I was a cow. Not a sexy cow. A cow.
You’re preaching to the choir! You know I feel the exact same way about this issue. That Anna Rexia costume is sick, sick, sick.
So i can’t be a sexy clown this Halloween?
Oh, those costumes are terrible, terrible, terrible.
No..I think Brad should DEFINITELY dress up as a sexy clown
oh my … shakes head … this is terrible, so very very terrible, sigh.
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