Bring on girls in slutty nurse costumes and dudes reliving their watching-horror-movies-in-their-parents’-basements days,
There’s a lot to love about Halloween; , for starters. It’s a snack delight that gets unfairly backburnered in non-Autumnal months.
This is also peak horror movie season. I’m totally on board with the annual Bootaculars that crowd the theaters for a month or so until family-friendly holiday flicks kick them out.
Of course, nothing says “Halloween” like neighborhood trick-or-treating. It’s endearing and delightful to have little princesses and Batmen ring my doorbell in search of M&Ms and Baby Ruth. Side note: Baby Ruth, how I love you…
The dark side of trick-or-treating is the thuggery. I roll my eyes every year at the surly junior high goons in Jason masks who bitterly death march from , loading empty pillowcases with candy. , you sullen schmucks. Tell your parents I’m sorry for their pain.
As for me wearing a costume, I dunno, the idea of it just seems silly. I can’t even imagine a costume I’d be willing to wear. Okay, maybe the Golden Age . But that’s it.