I hate to dampen everyone's spirits on this spooky morn, but when I was a boy, Halloween was for the youngins. For instance, if my Dad exhaustively spent three weeks tweaking a Larry Bird costume to get it just right (down to the blond mullet and redneck wispy mustache) my Mom would have served him up her own little Halloween surprise: a firm slap in the face. Or maybe divorce papers. But today, grown men all over the country are trudging off to work in G.I. Joe regalia, pirate garb, Peyton Manning uniforms, and an incarnation or two of Satan himself. There's nothing like closing a big business deal with a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle sitting across the conference room table. Let's not even get into the various 2008 election costumes we're sure to see from the over-30 set. Joe The Plumber anyone? And after work, it's almost guaranteed that you're heading off to a Halloween party, where more than likely, you'll be dressed up as some semi-ironic salute to pop culture and your own devilish wit (I think we can envision a situation where somebody heads to the office as Sarah Palin, and ends up rocking the look all the way through November 4th...all it takes is a little Halloween grog). I'm not excluding myself from this criticism, because I'll spend part of the weekend shuffling around in some half-assed outfit that makes me feel like an awkward 12 year-old again. But none of this is my problem, it's society's. If you think about it, it might be time to grow up.
I'm thinking about going as Sarah Palin's youngest son? What do you think?
Posted by: Corky Thatcher | October 31, 2008 at 09:28 AM