It’s that time of year again
Almost one year ago I wrote this:
Not that I’m complaining
But apparently the official, mandatory and exclusive Halloween costume for every American female is whore. School girl whores, teacher whores, zombie whores, pirate whores, princes whores, prom queen whores, b-girl whores, punk chick whores, Quicky-Mart employee whores; the list goes on and on and on. Pretty whores, ugly whores, skinny whores, fat whores, White, Black, Asian, Latino and Martian whores.
I love this country.
Happy Halloween my fellow miscreants.
Apparently I wasn’t the only one to notice.
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However, I for one am outraged at some of the outrage in those stories. If for one day and one day only the average American is willing to shed some of his/her ridiculous sexual hang-ups, it would stand to reason that progress is in fact being made.
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Of all the Halloween whores I saw this weekend, I think my favorite was the half-dressed and blood-splattered individual, which I assumed to be a circa 1989 Take Back the Night Worcester whore costume.
Seriously, I think this phenomenon is of greater social significance and overall worth than the civil rights movement. If only MLK jr. had just mentioned that he also had a dream of bars full of fetishized sluts, he’d still be with us today.
I’m personally overjoyed by this latest chapter in the creeping hedonism this country is currently undergoing. Well, at least untill our mutual Brazil dwelling gringo friend pisses in my corn-flakes with an email that says something like “Oh, that’s nothing. Chicks in Rio dress up and perform sexual favors door to door every weekend here.” Then I’m off to Priceline.com to get an airplane ticket and make living arrangements, only to be told by a Brazilian real estate agent that there aren’t any handicap accessible shanties currently available in the favella.
Gimpin’ ain’t easy.
My fav was an oldie, Twin Peaks themed costume–a clear plastic wrapped Laura Palmer in a strategically torn prom dress with fishnets and garters.
The odd nurse and French maid are just too easy…even if “easy” is supposed to be the whole point.