There's Something About Halloween

It seems as soon as October hits, every woman in America starts plotting how best to convey "slut" by the end of the month.

Halloween, once reserved for little ones in cotton smocks rocking suffocating plastic faces and white bedsheets with two holes cut out for eyes, has turned into a ho-a-thon. Construction worker for Halloween you say? Then I hope you've been in the gym, because those two strips of cloth weren't made to hide much of anything...perhaps next year you can go as a brick house.

Not that there's anything wrong with sexing it up on the one holiday when you can get away with it (honestly, who really wants to be a naughty Christmas tree?) but the line has to be drawn somewhere. Unless you are in fact a playboy bunny, being practically nude in the streets is uncalled for. Particularly if you're twelve. Instead of showing as much T&A as possible, be creative enough to convey the image without the use of fishnets and/or a push-up bra. You want to be a cat? Then actually be a cat, not a woman in a thong and a leopard print bustier with whiskers drawn on her face.

Bottom line: overexposure is NOT sexy. I repeat, is NOT. Don't make me pull out the photo of my "sexy race car driver" red fruit roll-up of a costume to prove it.