I Love Halloween

Happy November, fellow readers. This is the beginning of the end for my beloved fall. Things just aren't the same for autumn from now on. The excitment is gone. Replaced by essays, projects, tests, etc. on the countdown to graduation. In this moment though, still buzzed, I'd like to reflect on my last Halloween as an undergrad.

As of right now it is thirty degrees outside according to google. It's been three hours since I left the bars so I'll be exceedingly generous and say it was forty degrees out. The point I;m trying to get across is it was cold.

Yet multiple girls felt it neccessary not to wear, well, anything. A large chunk of women tonight on the strip wore lingerie. I'm not complaining, mind you, but I think this says a lot about society. When you would rather look like a slut than reject pants. I wish I could understand, then again I'm a guy so I would be wasting my time trying to.

And women do have it harder when it comes to socilization than men. When a guy choses an offbeat lifestyle such as mine it's "a phase" when a woman does it she's "a slut." So I'll try to be fair.

Now we all know Halloween means you can dress like an idiot/slut/postman/unicorn/Larry Craig/whatever. But is being excused of social judgement so important that freezing from bar-to-bar is worth it. I think it's interesting.

AndI'm drunk so I'm going to leave it at that.