Fetch the smelling salts – this is a small tribute to an overstated moral dilemma when it comes to a holiday so removed from its original purpose and meaning: how women (and girls) are allowed to dress sexier – or sluttier, depending on your view – on Halloween. That’s for true feminists and uber-conservatives to debate about. All I have to say is this: if it doesn’t hurt anyone, then let it be. If it doesn’t take away your ability to eat, breathe, or watch reruns of “Friends” on a lonely Friday night, then it just shouldn’t matter. So who cares that women dress in tantalizingly unrealistic mock-ups of law enforcement officials, educators, pirates, and condiments?
Yo quiero Taco Bell
Does the increase in the depth of cleavage suck up the oxygen in the air like a vacuum? Does the extra exposure of skin force you to shield your eyes for fear of creating cataracts- nay, blinding! your tender sensibilities? (Smelling salts at the ready). Oh, the depravity! Oh, the diminished light of innocence and purity! What has our society come to? (You should read up on a chapter of history of the parents of western civilization. I promise it’s related). Think of the children! (Yes, let’s shelter your kids even more so that they become as well-adjusted and socially savvy as you).
And I don’t apologize for the use of “slut” and “whore” liberally. It is true that all words carry common connotations and associations with them. These two words are most often used derisively and pejoratively. However, it is also true that the baggage of these words can be used to counter the stigma – to empower rather than to demean. And if/when such terms are thrown at you disdainfully with the intent to maim, brush it off. Are you a really a “slut” or a “whore“? Or are you just enjoying yourself, not harming anyone in the process? So go! Slut it up and have fun. (Don’t you dare even think “YOLO.” Grr).
I do apologize (not really) for being preachy on Halloween, when you’re supposed to party, watch horror movies, and get sick on booze and candy. And I do apologize (actually) for such a half-assed Halloween post.
So Happy Halloween to all and to all a freaky, fantastic night. !
And be sure to Trick as well as Treat:
Got a great Halloween story? A prank? Any thoughts about the moral fiber of this holy of holy days? Share your two cents in the comments section below.
Like all other college students studying for midterms…
I’m not studying for midterms. Not at the moment anyway.
Instead, I’m here. On the Internet. Typing. Reading. And not studying.
Why? Well, does it really need an explanation? It’s just past midnight here and I can’t go to sleep. It didn’t really help to turn on my computer because the sickeningly magnetic quality of Facebook trumps the just-plain-sickening half-finished essay on my Desktop. (Actually, it’s more accurately about a quarter-finished, but who’s counting pages?) So let me share a peak at the past hour of my browsing the junk foods section of the cyber information market:
After a year of experiencing the ups and downs and diagonals of freshman year, here we are. Last year, I made the decision to drop the blogging to focus on suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous workloads, taking up arms against the sea of pressures, and by opposing… survive the year! Thank you. Hold the applause.
Butchering of Hamlet aside, again – here we are! And here’s the deal – my new school year resolution: I am resuming chronicling the college experience for this Average Jill, peppering in current events, and subjects not necessarily related to higher education. If you’re a returning subscriber, things are going to be a little different around Stressing Out College. If you’re new, then welcome and Viva La Stressolution! I have been enlightened by a year of college education and being surrounded by already enlightened beings and holy intellectuals. One year and a dozen essays and exams later, I am one leap closer to becoming one of the light!
Just kidding. Long and the short of it – Stressed Out Student is back and raring to go for another school year. The real new school year resolution list:
1. Blog more
2. Blog more without sacrificing quality over quantity
3. Quit smoking
4. Quit drinking
5. Quit the may-ri-joo-ah-nuh
6. Make this relationship work. Because it wasn’t you. It was me. (But it was kind of you, too.)
7. Keep the sarcasm down
Already, I can tell I’ll only be able to keep one of these. So follow along, fellow interwebbers, as I trip around on my light sophomoric toes.