Absolutely bone-chilling.

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3 Responses to Absolutely bone-chilling.

  1. Old Geezer says:

    Or…we need a lock on the bedroom door.

  2. Stripe says:

    The world is full of messed-up individuals- poor parents, evil creeps, but they are solo actors. Somewhere is a boardroom full of people that thought dressing a kid up like a tramp was a good idea, who then took that plan and developed it into a product line. That is the real house of horrors, right there.

    Here’s a tip: Spray them with aerosol adhesive and sprinkle them with glitter. Boom. You’re a Star, kid. Costume done, ten bucks, five minutes.

  3. GE says:

    Reading it as I think Jess intended (as Stripe seems to have: naughty costumes on toddlers) makes me want to require exams and licensing before people are allowed to be parents. I do abhor fascism so, but in some cases, people are rampantly demonstrating that they really, really shouldn’t be allowed to do things unsupervised. (The TLC channel should, by now, change its name to: “People Who Really Need to Be Supervised in Basic, Daily Activities and Long-Term Planning.”)

    Reading it as I originally parsed it (as Old Geezer seems to have: naughty costumes and toddlers) just makes me really, really bummed out. I dig Halloween – worn a costume every year of my life, from my own time hitting the streets with a candy bag to my adult years (whether for a party or just to greet kids at the door – my wife reluctantly explained to me it’s not entirely appropriate for me to go trick-or-treating anymore!). Again, I’m all for self-expression, but when “self” is really just a misleading replacement for “the latest commercially-endorsed outfit that is all about sex,” I sincerely miss trick-or-treating as a bunny rabbit or a World War I pilot or one of my favorite movie/book heroes (always self-made – it used to confuse the heck out of me that costume-sellers seem to insinuate that, for instance, Chewbacca wears a smock with his picture and name on it…huh?).

    On that note: there’s a costume in a junk mail catalogue that arrived the other day for “Sassy Rick Grimes.” So they took a commercially popular character, gender-swapped it, removed any reference to the actual point of the story/genre, and sexed it all up…and still make a reference to the original work to sell it. Ouch. My anti-marketing, pro-imagination bent is smarting.