All Hail The Halloween Sluts

Halloween has always been my favourite day of the year.
Not only do I get to watch 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' when it's not even Christmas (I'm a Jew, I'll be exempt) but it is an entire day based around sweets.
The only difference is that instead of walking from house to house seeing how many sweets I can ingest before throwing up, nowadays I walk from bar to bar seeing how many shots I can ingest before throwing up.
That, and the only 'Nightmare Before Christmas' is seeing my Dad's face when I walk out the house looking like (in his words) "a polish kurwa". Apparently it's some kind of yiddish for prostitute.

If 'Mean Girls' and the alike have taught us anything, it's to laugh at those who go for the slutty route over the scary one. Regardless, I still find myself compelled to join team Halloween Sluts. Controversial, I know, but hear me out.

My friend Dom messaged me today telling me he thinks I missed the point of Halloween. "Shouldn't you be dressed as something scary...instead of a slutty superhero?" were his words. My response to Dom is the very same that I will give to you guys also.

Every year I see hundreds of girls with all these 'scary' costumes on. You know what I'm talking about, the skeleton facepaint, fake blood, coloured contacts - the works. This is all well and good, except for the fact that more often than not they are wearing little more than suspenders and a bra alongside it.
Who am I to be scrutinised for throwing the scary out the window and being a little more upfront. We're all dressing like sluts tonight? This is a dress up party? Great, well then I'm going to save the trauma of trying to paint my face (which lord knows I am no good at) and be a superhero. Because I am a fucking hero, end of.

God love my best friends and their costumes. Slutty schoolgirls, tutu toting devils, Minnie Mouse. These are girls that know Halloween is all about having fun with what you're wearing, not going over the top to pretend you're trying to scare someone without an agenda.

Now this isn't to say I take the slutty route every year. I went down more of a Wolverine route last year, and I loved it. But dressing up is about being comical, going over the top and wearing whatever on earth you want.

I've probably got a handful of feminists rolling their eyes as if I've set womankind back hundreds of years. They can do that all they want, because in my opinion feminism is about choice. If anyone has heard of the Femen protests, they will understand where I'm coming from. Femen is a group of feminist activists that use their bodies as a weapon. It turns out the human body is the strongest weapon we have, and these women use their naked breasts as a way to intimidate and make a point.
Sure, you may disagree with them stripping off, but at least they are stripping themselves. They are choosing to use their bodies however they want.

When I consider the amount of boys in a nightclub that flash their assets, be it their shirtless torsos, shamelessly tight trousers or even their money I don't see why we women can't take pride in what we've got.

If Halloween is the one day of the year when you can use your imagination and dress up, I personally don't care if you want to wear anything from a bear costume to a thong and some glitter. It isn't everyday life, it doesn't define you. But as long as you are having fun and wearing whatever you want to wear, I can't imagine what else would be necessary.
After all, the only way I could have a scary Halloween, is if I couldn't celebrate it exactly how I want to.

Olivia Jane

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