This weekend is Halloween, and that means… I’m leaving town!
I don’t mean to rain on anyone’s Playboy bunny or sexy nurse costume parade (and I have definitely celebrated multiple Halloweens in my time!), but I’m just not the biggest fan. Maybe it’s because I’m Australian and it’s an event we didn’t celebrate as much there growing up, but I think part of it really has to do with what I call ultimate costume pressure.
And, I’m throwing it out there, I think it’s more difficult for women.
You have to tread that fine line, right? The one where you’re not too sexy for fear of being slutty, but also not so tragically awkward in some costume that seemed like a really good idea.. at the time (and that time was definitely before you got to the party). Ideally, the perfect Halloween costume is topical and funny, without being something too disconcerting.
I was reading Lena Dunham’s recent Lenny newsletter and she talked about all of the awkward outfits she’s worn for Halloween over the years, ending with a recent attempt at being Louis C.K. (her point was: no woman should try to be Louis C.K., no matter how cool we all think he is)(I really love Louis C.K!!).
I feel like my worst attempt (and we all have these) was when I went as a zombie bride. My boyfriend of the time (we hadn’t even been dating for very long) was, ahem, not very impressed. I looked a little more like someone who had rolled around in a pit of white crayon and ketchup then decided to put on an 80s wedding dress. Not chic!
So, this year, I’m going Upstate to see the leaves change color… And my ode to the holiday might just be some subtle skeletal loafers, or just eating an extra serving of chocolate…
Do you love Halloween, or run from it? What’s your worst costume ever?
Shoes, Mara and Mine.