"So I think this is the best costume for today." - Little Edie
working at a costume shop during halloween is a deep look into people's lives. you get to see who people tuly want to be. for the purpose of this post i have narrowed people into 3 groups. sluts, nuts and realists.
people like to dress 'slutty' on halloween. the most common request is "i want to be __________, but a sexy _________" The blank being filled in with words like cop, bunny, pirate etc. i believe the ones that want to be sexy for halloween see themselves as sexy in real life. its not an excuse, its a continuance. if these sluts could could get away with being sluts everyday, they would. there is nothing wrong with showing skin; i mean we all like to look at skin, but why use the one day you have all year to be whatever you want, as an excuse to wear the same thing you would wear out to some ultra lounge on a Friday night?
nuts are the ones who want to be funny. these come in a types. my favorite are the 'beautiful' ones that would rather use this holiday as a chance to be something 'ugly' or most importantly 'funny'. a very common costume that we send out at the Shoppe is a 'furry'. its just a big animal costume. there is no shape to it, no sex appeal, its just a furry sack. but for some reason the ones that choose the shapeless sack or the most sexy to me. there is something to be said for a person that hides their shape and all they have is their personality. personalities really shine when you arent staring at a pair of tits or raging six pack. i like to consider myself a nut when it comes to halloween.
the realist are those that dont want to be funny or sexy but want to be real. authenticity is key to the realists. they want to take on a whole new persona. not one that showcases their sex appeak or personality, but one that all together changes who they are for one night. this is, in my opinion, the true spirit of halloween. we all question who we are. we all wear costumes everyday. but how wonderful it is to be someone else for a day. by simply putting on a new costume and changing your accent, we get to escape for those few hours while we sip spooky punch or walk the streets with our children knocking on strangers doors.
we choose how we represent ourselves to the world. it was my decision to wear my tight jeans and my grey fedora propped everso perfectly on the crown of my nogging to work today so i could prove to others at first glance that i am more of an artists then they may have perceived had we had a simple conversation. this is why people wear flashy t-shirts with fake diamonds and swirls of stitches on there jeans, to let you know they have money before you have a chance to see the one room studio that they hibernate in. this is why the sales person wears a precisely pressed suit to prove to his prey that what he has to offer is prestine even though his car is filled with trash and apple cores, a disorganized mess.
were we all to stand naked sans 'costume' in a row before a jury, they would have know idea how to qualify us. we all have abs, we all have tits, we all breathe and eat and shit, and it all stinks. but what we dont all have is compassion and character. my dad always told me that 'character' is who you are when no one is looking. this is what my father gave me. and when my heart breaks for everyone because i know that they have pain and faults and that they want love and they want to be good, i know that these 'costumes' we wear evertyday are forced upon us. afterall, we have to choose what we put on. so i will respect how people choose to represent themselves everyday, because I know, if they had more of a choice , they woiuld change it up a bit. at least i hope they would.
so for all you sluts and nuts on halloween, enjoy this chance to be whoever you want; after sunday its back to playing your hardest part ever; you.
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