I love dressing up. I’ll use any excuse to don a ridiculous outfit. Which is why I love Halloween. I love it because every year (for the past seven years) I have dressed up as a six year old ballerina fairy. This means I run around for the night in ballet pumps, pink tights, a leotard and a tutu. Plus wings. Always the wings. Whilst I’m mostly covered up, it’s still a pretty tight fit, revealing every curve. But hey. It’s Halloween. Let’s slut it up a bit, right?
Most girls and women I know use Halloween as a night to dress up in something you wouldn’t normally wear (unless you’re at AfrikaBurn).
Halloween is, or at least was, one of the few socially acceptable opportunities to dress up and try out a different appearance and persona, even if it’s only for a night.
But it’s turning into a theme of “sexy sailor” and “slutty nurse”. I know one who managed to make a librarian look fun.
If you are a card-carrying feminist and don’t want the world to think you’re a bimbo or a slut, the message is clear: Do not wear something sexy on Halloween.
We need to stop bashing sexy costumes, because in doing so we’re bashing women who choose to buy them and embrace their own sexiness.
