Gold's musings

This weekend was holloween. Or, to be more exact, the weekend that those of us for whom it is innappropriate to go trick-or-treating door to door celebrate as such (think about it: it's an important distinction. When exactly did holloween become about wearing as little as possible and drinking enough to maintain an acceptable body temperature?). The number of girls who wore underwear and animal ears was absolutely amazing, as was the fact that every single conceivable uniform now has some sexy, booby-bearing incarnation. Nurse and doctor, sure, but also firefighter, cable repairman, cop, pilot, mortuary worker...

As much as I resent holloween becoming an excuse to go through life as if it were soft-core porn, there's something nice about a holiday that grows up with you. We lose santa, the tooth fairy, the easter bunny... but now we get to wear teddies, stilettos, and bunny ears and call ourselves dressed. Hopefully you're slighly classier than that (perhaps some matte black stockings with that bustier, maybe a neglige that actually covers your ass, or -- imagine! -- a costume that actually looks like what it claims to be), but at least the option is out there and ostensibly socially acceptable. Live it up, because eventually we'll be donning the adult-sized version of the Friendly Witch costume and walking tinkerbell and superman around the neighborhood.