I am left reflecting on the events of the weekend and the holiday. By most measures it was a big Halloween for me. As you hopefully read in a previous blog, I'm not much for dressing up. That being said, I was convinced to do so this year. A friend and I hit a new bar on Friday night. Being that we were the only two people crazy enough to be in costume, we won the costume prize. The bottle of moscato is in my cupboard. I was happy to see my first jack o'lantern of the year and felt good about my costume.
|he's so cute!|
|Not bad, and comfortable to wear. No paint necessary.|
There were several, more than several, guys dressed as women. I often wonder if they're trying out cross dressing, giving way to an urge that stays hidden the other 364 days of the year or if they do it just because it's easy to find the parts for the costume. Do our decisions for costumes say something about us? Is it a peek into our subconscious? That I prefer to be comfortable in a costume that has sloppy built into the idea? That I am rebelling against the sexing of Halloween? That I don't like my thighs and therefore will not wear a ridiculously short skirt?
When I would stay home and pass out candy from my mom's house in Seattle, we would often keep a tally; how many princesses, how many ninjas. I figured most parents knew what their child is doing and hopefully helped them choose a costume. Even as kids turn into teens, I would continue to hope that parents are involved in the Halloween plans and processes for their kids. A unique example? A friend works at a large international school here told me about a student of hers. The student was given 300,000Rp to buy a costume. On Friday morning the child (13 yo) got into the car to go to school in full Nazi regalia. The father complained and rightfully so. By the time the kid got out of the car at school he had changed his costume. He was Jesus. Jesus! Hitler one minute, Jesus the next. I can't be the only one shaking my head.