HOlloween

Ok...I'm sure someone's probably already blogged about it and Celia touched on it a little bit on Thursday, but since when did Halloween turn into a night (or weekend, in Juniata's case) of girls vying for "sluttiest _______" award? We should officially change the name to "HO-lloween." It reminded me so much of the Mean Girls scene that describes the rules of Halloween (follow the link below!)

I took my little brother, Max, trick-or-treating up and down Mifflin Street on Wednesday. I honestly could not believe some of the teenage girls' costumes (I'm talking like, 10 to 13 years old). They were dressed as Disney princesses, but wore the tiny, low-cut versions of the princess' dresses that showed off their boobs and butt cheeks. We trick-or-treated behind a group of middle-school girls and boys...the girls were slutty witches, cats, fairies, or princesses, and the guys were bloody monsters (creative...) As I walked up and down Mifflin Street I really could not believe how young some of the HO-lloweeners were! It's like we've been talking about in class--girls are pressured by media at younger and younger ages to be "the virgin AND the slut" and don't really realize how crazy it is because that's what's popular and gets you noticed. I can't help but wonder what these middle-school girls will be dressing up as in college...I don't know how it could get much worse!

Friday and Saturday nights showcased Juniata girls' hidden abilities to transform even the most innocent of costumes into the most revealing and objectifying. On campus I saw a handful of slutty sailor girls, a few seductive dogs and cats, a number of female super heroes who never would've been able to fight crime or save the world in their too-tight leotards, and a ton of other "sluttified" costumes. Thankfully, there were a number of girls who neglected to jump on the HO-lloween bandwagon. They made me feel more comfortable.

Lack of motivation and time, along with some tough personal issues over the past week resulted in my not giving damn about dressing up this year...but I feel embarrassed to say that I have given into the "ok...I'll be ____, but I'm going to need leggings and a low-cut shirt to pull it off." I was one of the three blind mice with two of my other friends Freshman year and wore just that: black leggings and a black, lacy camisole (so...basically a black, skin-tight body suit), and black pumps; of course homemade fuzzy black ears on a headband, a tail, and some generic eye-liner whiskers and lip-stick nose completed the costume. I was so uncomfortable the entire night...I suffered from a stomach ache from constantly feeling as though I had to "suck in" to look good (my two mice counterparts are toothpicks).  Sophomore year was more reserved: I was a gypsy, but I piled on makeup and (again) wore a tight, low-cut shirt with my big gypsy skirt, headscarf, and (obviously) black pumps. Halfway through the night I decided I was no longer comfortable and sick and tired to death of feeling exposed; I changed into brown corduroy pants and a white button-down shirt, threw on my brown chuck-taylors, and called myself milk-chocolate. People thought it was a little lame, but as soon as I felt a little more covered I was able to relax. This year, I wore the clothes I'd been wearing all day (jeans, scarf, shirt, cardigan, flats...the staples) and put on some non-prescription glasses that my friend bought from Urban Outfitters over the summer. When people asked what I was, I simply replied "I'm a vegetarian." A lot of people laughed and said "you look like a vegetarian!" to which I wanted to respond, "uh, thank you...? It may or may not be because I am..."

I guess we'll see what next year brings...


Mean Girls Halloween