Wednesday October 23, 2013 | By:Lizz Schumer | Editorial
When I was a kid, Halloween was one of my favorite holidays. In those days, it meant dressing up in a costume I had labored over for approximately 364 days, using my mom’s make-up with permission, for once, filling a pillowcase with candy and gorging on it in front of the TV, as my brother and our friends watched “Young Frankenstein” and made trades that make the stock market look simple. What’s not to like?
As an adult, I still love Halloween. I love carving pumpkins (or rather, drawing the design on the gourd and cutting it out. I always convince somebody else to scoop out the guts), dressing up and yes, eating all the leftover Halloween candy the kids didn’t snap up on the big night. But as an adult, I find that Halloween takes on another level, for a lot of people.
Has anyone taken a look at the adult costume section at local stores, lately? I’m no prude, but those “sexy” outfits turn everything from crayons to carrots into sex symbols in the name of Halloween, and I think it’s gotten a little out of control.
I love getting gussied up in the name of good fun, but when I see teens, tweens and college students prancing around in skirts the length of boy shorts, I’ve got to wonder where we crossed the line between dressing up in the name of fun, and using Halloween to get away with wearing as little clothing as possible.
Is it objectifying women to make almost all ladies’ Halloween costumes “sexy?” Is it restricting their freedom of expression to say these costumes are inappropriate to wear anyplace except the bedroom? Yes and yes, if you ask me. Ladies: we don’t need to dress as a sexy carrot to look great on Halloween, or any other day. And no, it’s none of my business if women want to wear whatever the heck they want, even if that’s a dress the size of a T-shirt. But I think we’ve got a societal problem if that’s our only option. I, for one, am not going to buy a sexy carrot costume. I prefer my carrots puritanical, and if my costume goes the same way, I’m OK with that, too.