By JESSICA PAINE
A weird thing happened to me this time last year. Despite the fact that I don’t have children, still fail to own shares in a costume shop and loathe all horror movies, I realised I was a little in love with Halloween. Actually, more like a lot.
This was a controversial discovery considering I have a father who views the word “American” as one of the worst kinds of put-downs (specially reserved for loud conversations, creative spelling choices and every time a movie has a happy, closed, completely unambiguous ending). And that’s the way I’ve been raised as well – to abhor the cultural colonisation of Australia by the United States. Despite that, because I’m of the Generation Y persuasion, I’m also 30 percent Global Citizen, 30 percent Cultural Cringer and 40 percent life lessons gained from American television.
But even that, the fact that I’m at constant risk of yelling “Call 9-1-1” in an emergency, am capable of “pleading the 5th”, a thing that I clearly don’t have the right to, and can name more American Presidents than Australian ones (because Australia has Presidents, right?) has nothing to do with my affection for October 31.
Here’s the thing. I’m a childless, single, urban-dwelling member of what I’m constantly assured is one of the most narcissistic demographic groups to have walked the earth. As a result of this I’ve never met a community that didn’t come with its own Facebook group. But while my social network may be vast, my knowledge of my neighbours is non-existent.
While I have friends and housemates, the reality is I live on a street of strangers. But every time a kid comes around to collect candy on Halloween I feel slightly less like the woman who’s obituary will read “Spinster Eaten By Cat Companions” (this is assuming I become a cat person, and insist on calling my cats ‘companions’).
We assume the kids in Jessica’s street are not dressed like this…. (Text continued after the gallery)
Top Comments
Looking through the celebrity pics it occurs to me.......what does Lady Gaga wear at Halloween?
Jeans and a tee? :)
On the same day that the AIHW Australian children's health and well-being report was realeased, noting the rise in childhood obesity, I would think sending your children out to beg for copious amounts of sugar is not quite the right message to give them.
Apart from that I just find it so BIZARRE. Begging for lollies from strangers (and threatening vandalism). Weird that this is now considered normal.
By all means, have the fun of dressing up (in something age-appropriate) and hanging out with friends...but roaming the streets knocking on strangers' doors and begging?