Not since the third grade have I paid this much attention to what I was to wear on Halloween. I recall those elementary days where I strutted around as a witch, a genie, and a militant army girl with a sawed-off plastic machine gun. Ah, those innocent years. Now, being a college student, I have picked up on the tradition of dressing up once again. But when I look around come Halloween night, I don’t expect to see the same sort of costumes as I did when I was poking my fake gun at people. I expect to wonder how they all stay warm in their choice of wear.
Looking online for costume ideas, I couldn’t help but feel like I accidentally walked into the dim-lit “adults only” room at the back of the video store. Descriptions like, “Major Trouble Sexy Army Babe reporting for duty!” next to a model donning what looks like a camouflaged leaf are a far cry from the witch costume in first grade.
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