“In Girl World, Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it.”
–Cady in “Mean Girls”
Never have I ever been something slutty for Halloween. I’ve been a fat pumpkin (age 1), an innocent angel (age 5), Miss America (age 9, because I was weird) and an American flag (age 17). Never have I ever bought
denim underwear short shorts or tiny triangles attached with thread bra tops to pass off as a “Sexy Cowgirl” or, worse, a “Sexy Girl Scout.”
This year, I wore a giant tutu, glittery wings and pipe cleaners attached to a headband. I was a butterfly.
Perhaps I’m missing out on the fun of dressing provocatively, but I am perfectly content dancing to Footloose and apologizing for accidentally hitting someone with my butterfly wings rather than my exposed chest. Still, Girl World begs us to be
naked scantily-clad on Halloween. After all, that’s what boys like.