No more blogs about death and dying.... Let's talk about Halloween a holiday dedicated to the dead. I know some think October 31st is just an excuse for a masquerade party, but for me it goes much deeper than costumes.
Halloween has been a favorite subject for me to blog about over the years. It is difficult to get my mind around the fact that I have been writing a semi daily blog at this address for eight years. That being the case I will probably repeat myself when talking about Halloween again this time.
My kids are convinced that I only know seven stories and I repeat them over and over. They say the reason Sandi and I have been married for so many years is only because she keeps forgetting she's heard them before.
|The Evolution of Halloween...|
Halloween, for me, is not an excuse to act out a costume fantasy. While I think wardrobe is fine, it is not the essence of Halloween. I am certainly entertained by the "sexy devil" and "sexy French maid" costumes on attractive women and Elvira mistress of the Dark is a sexy poster girl any time of year. However once that envelope has been stretched you also have to allow bearded, overweight festive men in drag to participate. While the site of a husky man in drag can be horrifying, it is not the right kind of horror for Halloween. Halloween has been co-opted by Hallmark and "costumed fantasy-role-playing" which, for me, is more suited to masquerade parties than celebrating All Hallowed Evening.
Here is the deal. Halloween is the night before All Saints Day. For this one evening a year all the ghosts and ghouls who are stuck on this earthly plane are allowed to walk around until dawn. When dawn arrives on All Saints Day, the Saints drive all the "undead" back to the darkness where they are confined for another year.
The traditions behind Halloween are tied to the gothic idea of zombies, ghouls and ghosts (not Firemen and Star Wars characters). We dress like the undead so as not to incur their wrath as we walk among them on Halloween night. Real specters will not be fooled by dressing like Elsa from the Animated Disney Movie "Frozen".
The way I see it... if a person is dressed in a cutesy costume for Halloween, they have to give ME candy when they come to my door to Trick or Treat. This idea is not embraced by the Fathers who escort their five year old costumed princesses to my door.
Although we don't get many Trick or Treaters in this neighborhood, our old neighborhood hosted a carnival atmosphere every Halloween. We would always run out of candy no matter how much we purchased. At the time the actor Andy Garcia lived a few doors down. (We both have moved on since.) I never really got to know my neighbor Andy because the first time we actually connected was on a Halloween night years ago when he escorted his kids to my door. I did a trick and then gave them some candy. With the kids out of ear shot Mr. Garcia told me that I had scared his daughter. Although I was more complimented than apologetic I was sorry that he didn't get "into" the spirit. We have not spoken since although I doubt that is the only reason.
So.... be warned all you Princesses and Marvel character pretenders... Halloween is not Christmas and the Johnson house celebrates Gothic Halloween even if your Dad CAN kick my ass.
As you were,