My costume: Sexy feminist witch.*
I love Halloween. Love it. But I hate the conversations about it. I hate going to the store and having costume choices range from Sexy Nurse to Sexy Cop to Sexy Kitty. I hate the self-righteous condemnations of women who wear sexy costumes. I hate the term “Slut-o-Ween.” I hate that it’s turned into another opportunity to bash women — through insulting costumes (the “sexy Ethnic woman” costume, the “sexy female worker” costume), through slut-shaming, through public hand-wringing over all those scantily-clad women running around in public. I hate that it’s one giant expression of how “sexy” is more about consumerism and posing for men as opposed to anything related to the down-and-dirty business of actual sex. I hate that creativity has given way to male fantasy. I hate that it takes a holiday for women to feel like they have permission to be publicly sexual. I hate the dressed-up version of sexuality that, for a lot of us, is the only accessible option.
In short: Halloween is really, really frustrating when processed through the feminist filter. But I still love it. And I’ll be celebrating it in Germany, even though most people apparently don’t celebrate it here. I’m sure later tonight I’ll really be missing New York.
What are you all dressing up as?
*Not really.