These are all actually the same costume
In today’s Portsmouth Herald…
Sex sells: How adults hijacked Halloween
By Amy Kane
Happy Sleaze-o-ween. It’s trick-or-treat for tarts with the current trend to make every costume for the fairer sex “sexy.”
Vampires are vampy. Wart-free witches cast their spells. Policewomen are barely legal. Firefighters are too hot. Superheroes aren’t super enough unless they bare midriffs and thighs. Pirates show off their booty dressed in just a few skimpy rags.
Behold, on the racks of one local costume shop: the Viking Vixen, the Convict Cutie, Glamazon and Fifi the French Maid. Sinderella, you’re as lovely as your name.
Even Dorothy, the Cowardly Lion, the Scarecrow and Tin Man come in short-skirted, skintight, bust-baring versions this year. Just click your ruby red high heels together three times and say: “There’s no place like a strip club.”
The slutification of female costumes has never been worse. The scary part is that the trend includes very young girls. Six-year-olds as harem courtesans? Eleven-year-old she-devils in corsets and mini-skirts? An 8-year-old dressed as a “Ravager?”
I miss innocence.
The other evening my teenage daughter and I visited a local costume shop in search of something spotted and cute so she could dress up as a ladybug. She had made a pair of wings from painted cardboard and antennae out of a headband and fuzzy red pipe cleaners.
“I think I saw some red stockings with black dots here last year,” she said.
But the only stockings we could find were fishnets and thigh-highs. “You could be a She’s-No-Lady-Bug,” I smirked.
Nearby, in an aisle that put the “adult” in adult-sized costumes, we found the sexy candy striper, sexy baseball player, sexy bloodthirsty vampire, sexy gangsta, sexy Alice in Wonderland, sexy Queen of Hearts, sexy “Sultry Witch” and the “Touch-Me-Teddy.”
And for the gentlemen, what could be more appropriate on Hookerween than a purple velvet pimp costume?
The “sexy” trend is disturbing for a number of reasons. One, we’re shoving a trashy pop culture down our kids’ throats and that’s just sad. Two, we are supposed to be protecting our kids from predators, not offering them up on a gilt platter. Three, it isn’t healthy to teach a girl or young woman to tie self-esteem to superficial looks.
But the reason to loathe the trend most of all is that nothing (literally) is left up to the imagination. Where’s the creativity on the one day of the year we can totally unleash it? These store-bought “sexy” costumes are just all the same.
In one of our local stores, I noticed a 12- or 13-year-old girl standing in an aisle of costumes her size, looking a bit uncomfortable. She was shopping with her little brother and father.
“See anything you like?” he asked.
“Dad, there’s nothing in here that’s … appropriate for me.”
Wiser words were never spoken.
(Backstory: An editor at Seacoast Media Group read a blog post of mine and asked me to write an opinion piece based on it. “Can I use the word ‘sluttification’ in the paper?” “Sure.” “I’m on it.”)