I have been searching for Halloween parties to attend in NYC this
weekend. I saw some in the club listings online, but everyone I know is
anti-cover charge unless it's under $10. Problem is, anything that looks
good is pretty much $20-$40 just to walk in the place. Why can't there be
awesome Diddy-style parties that are completely free? Screw the covering
costs you capitalists. Just do the right thing: be kind to alcoholics who
wanna dress up and black out all night by not charging us to enter your
establishment. Thanks.
In my search I noticed that just about every e-flier makes sure to include
a scantily clad porn-star chick to really hit the point home that THIS is the
place to be. I know I'm not the only one to notice this trend of associating
sex with Halloween. But I may be the only one that can pinpoint when
the Slut Costume Revolution began.
I believe it was the 1991 Halloween episode of Beverly Hills 90210 in
which Kelly decides to dress like a whore-y witch. Since that episode
aired, I noticed the number of Witch/Whores that come out on this
holiday has grown. I'm actually gonna stop there with explaining my
observation, because I'm sure this has been covered elsewhere already.
So grab a beverage and google the topic yourself. When you're done,
come back here and read on.
Welcome back.
For my costume this year I'm dressing up as "Goth Beauty Queen."
The tiara is a pain to deal with. I mean that literally. It feels like it was
designed to help those who want to know what it feels like to be on the
brink of having their head cave in at any moment. To complete the ensemble,
I'll be wearing a sash with sticky letters that spell out "Miss Underworld",
a title which is almost the opposite of creative.
I've all but given up on trying to be original with my Halloween costumes.
I decided that every year I'll just do a Goth theme till I run out of ideas. I
figure that'll happen in about 3 years, when I'll be forced into doing something
along the lines of "Goth Secretary." This is all disappointing since by profession
I am an artist. Somehow my imagination never seems to reach the level it should
for this holiday.
One year I was Nikki Sixx, sporting Shout at the Devil makeup, which was
sort of an anomaly considering it was 2004 and not 1983. At least I never
stooped to dressing up as a member of KISS. Oh wait...yes I did. I went
as Ace Frehley, with three other friends completing the lineup, in the
Halloween of '90. KISS hadn't even put the makeup back on yet. I guess
we were young rebels that were ahead of our time. Or sadly behind the
times depending on how you look at it.
But since I'm not competing for any cash prizes, I'm just gonna chill out on
pressuring myself to be the Breakout Star of Halloween. I'll be with friends
so I'm sure whatever we do will be a liquor-fueled good time and I doubt
they'll reject me if my costume sucks. They allowed themselves to be seen
with me as a cat two out of four years in college, so why would they start
exiling me now.
