I couldn't be a cat the an annual Halloween party because it would be a semi-repeat (3 years ago I was kitty litter - dressed as a cat with trash glued all over me, best costume ever). Aside from the cat paraphernalia, I had some fishnet stockings, a cape, blue leggings, some pleather disaster from when I was younger, thinner, and dumber, and some wings. Needless to say, it doesn't add up to much. I figured that with the black pants and black shirt that I had, I could head to a costume store and get some sort of props to create a cheap and easy costume.
I did find cheap and easy costumes, but not in the sense I meant. If you want to buy a pre-made costume that you don't have to put any effort in, you can choose between a number of the different flavored sluts. Why be just a bunny when you can be a Playboy Bunny and wear a little black bathing suit? You want to be a mermaid, perfect, just buy this bra and underwear and where this shimmery wrap around your waist! To be sure you are appropriate for children, you can pick Disney and other cartoon character costumes that could fit in the palm of your hand.
The worst part of the whole Halloween tramp parade, is the fact that I know very few people my age that are wearing these costumes, so who is? Teenagers! If the skirt in the "teen costumes" isn't quite short enough (and believe me, it's already plenty short enough) you can go to the next aisle and get the same costume with a shorter skirt and lower neckline!
Before I went with the assumption that "costumes didn't used to be like that," I conferred with some people older than me - I may have not noticed now slutty they really were when I was younger - but they confirmed my assumption. What the heck is going on here? I did see an article in the Globe last week addressing the new trend in disgust, so that gave me a little bit of home for humanity.
Monday, November 3, 2008
The Daily High School Reunion
Every sitcom known to man has the token "high school reunion episode." The possible situations are the man that wants to show off his wife, the girl that was a nerd in school and is now perfect, or a combination of the two. Any was you slice it, it's not usually an enjoyable evening for the character attending. I think it's fair to say that most people have a certain apprehension surrounding the impending event. I graduated high school in 2001, so I'm still a few years away from my 10-year reunion, but with the advent of Myspace, I can experience it every time I log on.
Two things are certain: that everyone has a different life plan, a different pace, a different background, and different priorities and that human nature compels us to compare ourselves with everyone we come across. Enter Myspace.
In the past, there has been that one night, the high school reunion, when you get to hear what everyone else is doing with their lives: they have a wonderful husband, a beautiful baby, they live in a fabulous house (that they just remodeled the kitchen in), and they are both gainfully employed as vice whatevers and senior blah blah blahs. If you don't have the same story to offer back, you begin feel yourself shrink to a particle of dust into the overpriced shoes that you bought for the evening. Wonderful. Now, however, you can log onto Myspace and within 10 minutes see the wedding pictures, baby pictures, and home pictures of 20 people your age. Fabulous!
It's even so common that we joke about it - "don't go on Myspace, she just posted her wedding pictures" or "I just saw on Myspace that she bought a HUGE house." I think I hate Myspace.
Although it's gruelling and terrible, I think that it has helped me realize that you just can't compare yourself to people. In reality, the only thing that relates me to them is our ages and where we went to high school. It's like comparing a stroller and a BMW because they both have 4 wheels.
I think I'll be pretty prepared for that night in 2011.
Two things are certain: that everyone has a different life plan, a different pace, a different background, and different priorities and that human nature compels us to compare ourselves with everyone we come across. Enter Myspace.
In the past, there has been that one night, the high school reunion, when you get to hear what everyone else is doing with their lives: they have a wonderful husband, a beautiful baby, they live in a fabulous house (that they just remodeled the kitchen in), and they are both gainfully employed as vice whatevers and senior blah blah blahs. If you don't have the same story to offer back, you begin feel yourself shrink to a particle of dust into the overpriced shoes that you bought for the evening. Wonderful. Now, however, you can log onto Myspace and within 10 minutes see the wedding pictures, baby pictures, and home pictures of 20 people your age. Fabulous!
It's even so common that we joke about it - "don't go on Myspace, she just posted her wedding pictures" or "I just saw on Myspace that she bought a HUGE house." I think I hate Myspace.
Although it's gruelling and terrible, I think that it has helped me realize that you just can't compare yourself to people. In reality, the only thing that relates me to them is our ages and where we went to high school. It's like comparing a stroller and a BMW because they both have 4 wheels.
I think I'll be pretty prepared for that night in 2011.
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