After the [costume] rant

Since I went on such a rant about Halloween costumes, I suppose I ought to follow that up with my final choice.

Don’t know why I didn’t think of it before but it was the perfect choice for me. A kick ass woman -although fictional, who was not afraid to follow her heart.

These were taken with my phone so the quality is not very good.

Anyway, here they are:

A si i-Dhuath ú-orthor, Aragorn. Ú or le a ú or nin.

Why yes, this is a rant

A Halloween bash is a tradition at Swing Dynamite.

It’s a very fun night and people are always commenting how much they enjoy it.  We have the usual: Prizes, chocolate and various candy, decorations, a photo booth.

But each year about this time, I start looking at costumes and I get the same frustration.


Yeah, cause the whole point of the story was for Red to have sex with the Wolf.

Don’t get me wrong. I have NOTHING against sex. Sex is fun. Sex is great. Part of the trifecta. The triad. The trinity. The perfect threesome.  Food, sleep and sex.  Best three things in life. OK, arguably.

But when I think of wearing a Halloween costume, I am not thinking of group sex party.  So, why most of the costumes are sexy this and sexy that?

We are used to sexy bunny costumes and sexy kitten costumes. But sexy cookie monster? Really?

I don’t do sewing.  I’m a very unmartha kind of woman. I can’t even sew a button to save my life.  But it would seem that if I want to have a great costume that doesn’t involve showing more than half of my boobs plus that part where my legs join my bottom, I have to make it myself.

I know I have what it takes to wear one of those (i.e: big boobs). But I ain’t gonna be wearing them outside the bedroom.  Or maybe the kitchen… hmmm.

I digress.

Yes, I know.  It’s all part of that eons-old objectifying culture.  I know that.  I still don’t like it.

But a girl can rant every now and then, right?

Sorry about the yelling.

And for the record, people do come up with wonderful costumes every year.  And we always have a great time.