Yes, it's not technically halloween.

[eleneariel]

But today is the day people at my work are dressing up.

Here's a secret: Except for the half-price candy the day after and the excuse to dress up, I couldn't care less about Halloween. But if there's an excuse to wear a costume, count me in!

1. Aren't I a fabulous 1980s woman? And don't my shoulder pads look like I could just about fly away?
2. Getting this hair was SO MUCH FUN.
3. So was the makeup, actually.
4. In fact, the last picture reminds me of Faith Hill's early publicity stills, right down to the fake smile.

Conclusion: 1984 was a good year to be born in. But I am THIS GRATEFUL not to have become a teenager or adult in the 80s.

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Comments

[mattiescottage.livejournal.com]

I agree with you, except that I have always felt for the little ones that are having fun coming to my door and that aren't to blame for adults making playtoys of evil all around them--and plying them with these.

For about ten years my mode has been to wrap up sidewalk chalk and little fun trinkets and such in pastel-colored cellophane and ribbons. One year I managed to find some sort of little angel-like ornaments to give out to the little girls. (Though ordinarily I'm not into elevating angels, it seemed in the general context of Halloween, it was appropriate to point out that side of the spiritual realm.) Once I even couldn't resist tagging the pastel packets with a Bible verse, but I was never satisfied with my choice of verse and its effectiveness in the context it was given. (It came off like judgemental Bible-thumping, I imagine.) In all, my door-giveaway mode is an imperfect and incomplete statement, but until the Lord gives me something better, I just do the best I can figure. (Actually, the Lord has blessed me with few comers to my door, which makes everything much easier.)

In the rest of my life, I do you like you do and refuse to play along; that seems like the most appropriate strategy. I'd love to shout out to everyone how wrong and scary it is to treat evil as a funny playtoy, but I don't think that that would be effective either; most people would just think I was a weird fanatic. If I get to say anything it is to (a) gently remind people planning events that not everyone celebrates the day of toying with evil, and (b) to hope it makes someone think about it when I refuse to call it by the name they give.