(Read with your best Andy Rooney whiny voice): Do you ever wonder why people like to dress up in stupid costumes and have their kids go door to door begging for crap food? Yeah, me too. What’s the deal? OK, maybe I spent 20 years in the theater and the circus and greasing up my face no longer holds an appeal. I understand some people like to play pretend as it lets them get out of the personality box they live in the rest of the year.
But some people take this spooky stuff really seriously.
Yesterday in the check out line of the local grocery store the clerk asked the lady ahead of me if she was going to enjoy Halloween. She said no, she believes in spirits and didn’t want to do anything to encourage them. Come on, people! Is the 2011 or 1211?
Maybe no one will show up at my door if I close the curtains and turn out all the lights and I can eat all the Reese’s peanut butte cups myself while I re-read parts of The Swerve: How the World Became Modern by Stephen Greenblatt (affiliate link).
Given what happened in Arcata on Halloween, maybe we should just let go of the silly event.
..so terribly I forgot how to spell.
God bless Andy Rooney. I, for one, will mis him terribly. Steven Greenblatt is awesome.
Screw Andy Rooney; think Lewis Black.
We went out for dinner and drinks on Halloween. The thought of jumping up every eight minutes to pass out colorful mylar–wrapped corn syrup briquettes to kids dressed in crappy WalMart versions of pop-culture sensations doesn’t thrill me.
Halloween used to require creativity. Now it requires a drive to the mall with a debit card.