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Wolfshäger Hexenbrut Walpurgis Wolfshagen im Harz
Category: halloween
There are witches in the hills
Calling my name
Sayin’, “Come, join us sister
Come, kiss the flame
Come, dance in the moonbeams
Ride the night winds
Make love to the darkness
And laugh at man’s sins”
I shiver with delight
I shiver with fear
My heart wants to go
But my soul’s filled with fear
So I turn to my lover
And ask, “What do I do?
Do I answer their call or
Stay here with you?”
But under spell of deep sleep
He moans and turns away
Takin’ his protection
And my desire to stay
So I rise to the hills
I ride the night winds
I make love to the darkness
And I laugh at man’s sins
Songwriters
MICHAEL TIMMINS, MARGO TIMMINS
Cowboy Junkies
The Pumpkin Killers.
“I got a rock.”
–Charlie Brown
“Charlie Brown is the one person I identify with. C.B. is such a loser. He wasn’t even the star of his own Halloween special”
–Chris Rock
He’s coming for you.
About the halloweeniest I could find.
There’s a strange and seemingly growing phenomena of folks wearing bunny masks… I think they’re a cult, and I’m scared of them. Oh, it seems innocent enough at the beginning…
But he’s watching…
They’re all watching…
And the next thing you know, it happens, and you’re part of it…
And the worst thing is, when it’s done, you don’t really even care.
They’re everywhere, hiding in plain sight…
Anya knew…
This is a classic, and for good reason….the Buckley children clearly had some mommy issues.
Some final thoughts. I wanted to weigh in on my own here, sort of a personal summary, while touching base on potential costume choices.
The father in me had no problem coming up with a several costume suggestions which are, in their particular socio-cultural mileau, hot enough to incinerate. Among them are…
The man of reason in me just wants to caution you against this….
And the husband says, “Hey, baby–you could totally pull this off….”
So, we’ve heard recrimination, and earnest warnings, but I promised a debate so here is a voice calling out in the name of feminine empowerment….
This quote is the first thing I stumbled upon, attributed to Cady Heron.
“In the real world, Halloween is when kids dress up in costumes and beg for candy. In Girl World. Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girls can say anything else about it.”
I assumed Ms. Heron must be a brilliant, outspoken young feminist, but it turns out she’s a fictional character played by Lindsay Lohan in the movie, “Mean Girls.”
Opps.
On the upside, Tina Fey wrote that movie, and Tina Fey epitomizes the personality that psychologists and cultural anthropologists typically refer to as “da bomb.” There must be some sort of elemental halloween costume component to that movie, because it is referenced repeatedly in essays on sexy costumes.
Halloween Slut-Shaming PSA: Dress However The Hell You Want
“Women are constantly bombarded with people telling them how they should and shouldn’t dress, and this Halloween is no different. There’s the “don’t succumb to peer pressure and dress like a slut” mentality versus the “Halloween is the day to be scantily clad” notion. And frankly, it’s f*cking annoying.…”
This article comes from the pseudonymous writer, Kgazm, an editor at Elite and “an advocate for the equal opportunity orgasm. She is the persona of a woman who knows what she wants. Her writing specializes in eviscerating the double standard, one article at a time. ”
Right on, Kgazm! There’s nothing better than a woman who speaks her piece and has no patience for bullshit. And she’s not alone. I expected to find a vast array of essays decrying objectification, but that wasn’t the case. Virtually all of the most popular hits are about women exerting ownership of their own sexiness on this one day, when society allows them to dress sexy without judgement from other women.
Men, it seems, are still not supposed to look. That’s objectification. That’s right. A woman could theoretically dress herself up in the trampiest costume she could find, and a man would be sexist if he suggested it was inappropriate as well as sexist if he liked it too much. Halloween is particularly difficult for guys, at least in this regard. Of course, being a guy totally rocks the other 364 days a year–more pay, gratis membership in the Old Boys Club, strangers–with the exception of a few senile dowagers–don’t call us honey or sweetheart….
It’s all pretty much equitable, right? And besides, guys like me–good guys–we’ve learned not to gawk, having mastered the key component to progressive maleness, the ability to stealthily sneak a peak.
