
Yes, I have a bone to pick with girls of my generation. When did Halloween party become synonymous with brothel? I thought Halloween was supposed to be about using your imagination, not leaving nothing to the imagination. Wearing a pair of green panties and a child size black vest with 5 inch black heels and thigh highs does not mean you are a leprechaun. Last time I checked Dorothy did not shake her cleavage and bare her technicolor ass while following the yellow brick road.
Over the weekend my sisters and I went to a bar. Obviously, we dressed up in our totally wonderful, completely awesome costumes as the Chipettes. Our asses were covered and do the Chipettes have cleavage? Absolutely not, so neither did we. While we were out though, we witnessed quite a few girls dressed as...well...we don't really know. Its possible the bags their costumes came in said "Slut" but that seems pretty doubtful because in their minds they would never degrade themselves in that manner. One chickie had on a pair of pleather boy-short underwear, a swiss/milk maid type shirt, with red heels and thigh highs. Was she a milk maid? Was she Swiss Miss without the pigtails? I personally was putting in a vote for the Ricola chick. The point is, none of us knew what she was except a chick with her ass hanging out. The other point, even if she was going for one of the above, none of them dress that way anyway. (The other kicker, some guy told her she looked hot in her "costume" and she got all up in his face. Hello, you twit!! When you dress like that and call it a Halloween costume what the hell do you expect? Don't even try and tell us you never expected that reaction from dudes dressed like that. Dudes, don't watch porn for the story lines.)
A few years back I saw some girl dressed as Betty Boop. She was wearing a short little red dress, with heels, and a garter. Did I fault her? Absolutely not! She was dressed exactly how Betty Boop would dress, weird hair and all. If you dress up looking exactly like the character you're supposed to be (no matter how they look) then you've accomplished the point of Halloween. However, if you put on a skin tight red mini dress and red knee-high boots, you are not a firefighter. Please do not try to convince me you are.
Now, please don't get me wrong. I am by no means a prude. I like to shake my bon-bon and tatas like any other hot-blooded chick, and I do so sometimes in a cute little outfit. I'm all about women embracing their sexual freedom and being allowed to the live the same lifestyle as any guy without being put down and called a ration of sexually explicit names. However, Halloween is not an excuse to go out in your lingerie and call yourself Maria Antoinette or Cinderella. Alice in Wonderland did not show her Cheshire cat to the White Rabbit (at least not in the Disney version) and I certainly do NOT want to see it either.