Release Your Inner (Vixen) Bunny?

I hate Halloween. Why? Maybe my core group of friends embraced the ‘costume change’ at our theme parties and it’s lost the novelty. Maybe mixed childhood memories of fluffy bunny costumes that took weeks to sew, but only minutes to be teased at…or the year mom put cocoa paste on her face and went as Aunt Jemima (so politically incorrect) and escorted me trick-or-treating. Maybe it’s that I got sick of going as a witch four trillion times.

In the last few years I’ve been warming up a little as I appreciate the creativity of people letting out their inner bunny or vixen. Let’s talk about vixen – I get it that Halloween represents “… a night when even a nice girl can dress like a dominatrix and still hold her head up the next morning,” said Linda M. Scott, the author of “Fresh Lipstick: Redressing Fashion and Feminism [via New York Post].”

Hey, the only original costume I’ve done in my adult years was dawning a teal blue slip and putting on a name tag that said: Freud. 80% didn’t get that I was a Freudian Slip, but I got to wear my negligee in public and not be a witch for once. Good luck figuring out your perfect costume that won’t get you called out as jail bait or get you frost bit.