What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

It’s almost Halloween people! It’s time to get thinking about your costume. Most people start thinking about sort of clever, funny costume or something really gory or scary. I have no capacity for these things. I am completely incapable of thinking of funny or scary costumes… except around the first or second week of November. But I never write these things down.

I have only ever dressed up for Halloween as  someone I would really like to be when I grow up. The two exceptions to this are the year I dressed up as a Kit-Kat bar and once I was a strawberry daiquiri. (As you would expect, it’s incredibly lame to dress up as a daiquiri.) The first costume I remember was when I was three. I dressed up as a witch. I wasn’t scary though. I was magnificent and magical. My tall black hat was covered in gold stars and moons. I’ve also been a Dancing Boot (our high school’s dance team- my sister was a Dancing Boot in high school aka I wanted to be my sister), Laura Ingalls Wilder, Belle from Beauty and the Beast (Rags to riches princess who loves to read? Yes, please.), a Greek goddess (Athena), a Victoria’s Secret model (poor choice, I know), a Pan Am stewardess, and Rosie the Riveter. These are just the ones I can remember.

Each of these costumes was something I, at one point ,really wanted to be. Laura Ingalls? Of course I wanted to be a strong pioneer woman! Athena? Goddess of wisdom, hello! Victoria’s Secret model? I was in high school and just wanted to be and feel sexy. Neither of these things is accomplished by wearing slutty underwear around town. Pan Am stewardess? This is what I think I would have done if I had lived in the late 50s, early 60s. I would have felt unable to follow a traditional family oriented plan of action but wouldn’t have been rebellious enough to just throw caution to the wind and become a beatnik poet/hippie.

This year, I’m at it again. In the spirit of one of my favorite films I’m going to find a way to be Rockford Peach. Watch out y’all!

So what do you want to be when you grow up?

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Look at those Dancing Boots! Go Demons!

Look at those Dancing Boots! Go Demons!

Last year's Rosie the Riveter costume!

Last year’s Rosie the Riveter costume!

A Few of My Favorite Halloween Things!

Halloween is not my favorite holiday but it is a pretty great one. Here are a few of my favorite Halloween things:

1. Eating ridiculous amounts of chocolate candy. (Duh.)

Reese’s are my favorite.

2. Clever Halloween costumes such as:

I’m a sucker for Up!

 

Tell me this isn’t both clever and adorable!

3. Carving pumpkins! My pumpkins never come out like anything special but I still have fun doing it and greatly admire the works of others.

Pretty awesome!

How the heck do you get one this big? Do you think it’s real?

My Alaskan fella’s pumpkin looks like this one. He’s named it after his roommate.

4. And my most favorite thing about Halloween… Little Trick or Treaters!

I love parents who give their kids ridiculous, not-adorable costumes.

I’m particularly partial to these little ones. I wish I got kids coming to my house!

One of the things I like least about them are slutty costumes. Yes, I too want to look cute on Halloween but there’s got to be a line somewhere.. right?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rosie the Riveter: A History Lesson

The most disturbing that happened this week is that two people that I truly respect had no idea who Rosie the Riveter is. One, my boyfriend, couldn’t identify her by sight or by name. The other, my best friend, didn’t recognize te name. I had to explain her whole existence to her. Terrible. I had the sinking feeling that my friend would not be willing to describe herself as a feminist. As Rebecca West once said, “I myself have never been able to find out what feminism is; I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.” Is feminism really still a dirty word? I know many perceive it as such, but it doesn’t make me any less sad.

The reason these conversations started is I was considering being Rosie the Riveter for Halloween. Now I have two conflicting emotions:

  1. I shouldn’t be Rosie because no one knows who she is.
  2. I should be Rosie because no one knows who she is.

If you have any questions about who Rosie the Riveter is, wikipedia it. Educate yourself for Christ’s sake.

Just kidding, I’ll sum it up. She’s a cultural icon who represents the female workers during World War II, many of whom were factory workers. Check out these lines from a song about Rosie:

All the day long,
Whether rain or shine
She’s part of the assembly line.
She’s making history,
Working for victory
Rosie the Riveter

So she’s a pretty impressive lady. She’s a hard worker, doing her part for the war effort and for women. She’s tough, proud and is part of something larger than herself. The original Rosie the Riveter was conceived by Norman Rockwell.

Rosie the Riveter first appeared in 1943

Later a war propaganda poster was mistaken for Rosie the Riveter and has since been mass adopted as such.

We Can Do It! poster now known as Rosie the Riveter

Both these images show strong women. These women aren’t dainty. They’re borderline beefy! But at the same time, each retains a feminine air. These images are, in my mind, characters in the American story- the way Uncle Sam is. Uncle Sam is a cartoon that represents the American government. These women are cartoon images that represent the strength of American women.

It disturbs me that modern day citizens may have forgotten these once popular icons. They are still necessary as we build the strength and confidence of women of today’s society. As the Aussies say “Lest We Forget”.

Learn It From Me

I’m new to this whole relationship thing. I have trouble understanding how to balance the things I used to do by myself with all the time I now spend with someone else. Like how do I clean my room if he wants to hang out? Apparently the answer was give him a book to read. Another question: when do I find time to do errands? Answer: He doesn’t mind going along. He doesn’t have a car. This is an opportunity for him. This relationship has taught me some other basic things about myself:

1. I’m an excellent choice of person to bring to a haunted house. I’m not a screamer but I teeter constantly on the edge of freaking out. My boyfriend spent our entire haunted house adventure, laughing his ass off behind me. Without thinking about it, every time a “monster” jumped out at me I shouted “Hello!” or “How are you?”. It made the situation seem not real. So if you want a big laugh at a haunted house or you don’t want to be the biggest scaredy cat of the group, pick me!

2. I would rather quit than try harder. This is a terrible thing to learn about yourself. In reality it’s something I have always known but periodically have to be reminded of. My boyfriend convinced me to play tennis this weekend and as it turns out, it takes practice (duh!).  I missed the ball repeatedly of course and found myself running all over the course like an idiot. About half way through, he eagerly asked me “Are you having fun?” No, cause I’m a ridiculous stick in the mud. I was able to eventually pull myself together and have fun for a few minutes but I am definitely not the person you want to teach a sport to. I am no fun.

3. I cannot stand watching football. I have very little patience for it. If you’re going to make me watch football, please get me a book to read or some sort of puzzle to entertain myself with. Or better yet, if you know you’re going to watch football and I ask if you want to hang out, say No! I will be disappointed when I come over and I’m required to watch anything more than 5-10 minutes of a game. I don’t make anyone watch Pan Am or romantic comedies with me. It’s cruel. I am not a good sport at this.

As you can tell, this has been a big time for growth.