About this time every year, I get Halloween catalogs in the mail. You know what I’m talking about — glossy pages filled with overpriced costumes for children, teens, and adults. Unfortunately, for the pre-teens and teens, the costumes are frequently inappropriate and, in fact, are scarily reminiscent of other kinds of crap I’ve recently blogged about.
It’s one thing for adults to wear provocative costumes and create whatever fantasies they have in their heads, although preferably they’re keeping it in the privacy of their own homes. However, it’s another thing entirely to sexualize minor girls and say that it’s all in good fun.
And every year I bitch about this, as do countless other bloggers. This year is no different … except that I’m not going to link to any websites or mention any company names. I’m not even going to post photos here and make jokey/snarky/bitchy comments about slutty witch, slutty kitty cat, slutty angel, or slutty whatever. Nope, I’m not going to send any traffic to those companies.
I could say that I’m going to take a stand and that I’m not going to buy any of this crap…
… except that there’s no way my children would ever wear that stuff because 1) it’s not their thing and 2) they know I’d never sign off on such sluttery.
I could wave a flag and lead the change in asking all of you joining me in this ban…
… except that I’m pretty confident that most of you already refuse to buy the trampery because we here in Jen-land are not the target audience.
It’s all those other folks — the ones who aren’t here reading this now — who will buy overpriced hookery shit for their daughters and themselves.
So I really don’t know what to do. Not that there’s really anything I need to do, I guess, except express my righteous indignation and then limpingly stomp off in a huff.
On a happy note, as I type this it’s 8 a.m. and 45 degrees outside, with an expected high today of low 60s. I’m dressed for a bike ride — long sleeved tech shirt, long running tights, my favorite Sweet Spot Skirt, and Smart Wool socks, plus I’ll be adding a fleece — and a friend just mentioned on Twitter that he wished he’d worn his gloves this morning, so I’ll grab a pair on my way out. A friend and I are going out for a bike ride and I’m sure we’ll end up downtown getting some coffee. Clearly, fall is in the air and I’m going to embrace it with both arms. Who’s with me?