Perhaps I had some sort of traumatic experience as a child that I’ve since forgotten, but I am completely apathetic toward dressing up for Halloween.
There’s nothing special about this weekend. The parties are exactly the same as any other weekend, except for half the people are dressed in similar clothing to the main character from a popular movie or television show and the other half are slutty versions of public service employees.
I skipped out on my first college Halloween to go to Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert’s Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear, which was one of the best decisions I have ever made, right up there with deciding to never go to D2 again after my second week of school.
The last two years, I’ve dressed up for parties, because while you don’t suffer from bodily harm for dressing incorrectly like you do during St. Patrick’s Day, not subscribing to the holiday is still frowned upon. However, I strictly made sure to only use items that I already own.
What I’ll never understand are people who actually pay money for a costume or for items to make their own costumes. I’ve had friends decline food or drinks out because they are “broke,” then turn around and drop $30 on a Halloween costume they wear for at most three nights, but more likely just one, because wearing the same costume twice is also frowned upon.
I get dressing up as a kid. When you wear that Superman costume that your mom bought at the store, you feel like you may actually be Superman, at least for that night. Plus, there’s a clear reward— candy.
But what is the motivation now? Someone will be so impressed by your incredibly realistic Bender costume that they will want to go home with you immediately because of it? Is that really the endgame here?
Perhaps I’m being too harsh; I’m all for partying and having a good time and if you need Halloween as a framing device for that, then godspeed. Just don’t expect me to put any effort into it.