The Slutty Pumpkin

To a child, Halloween means adult-supervised strolls through the neighborhood in search of candy and crashing into piles of leaves in their freshly purchased Spiderman costumes.

It’s the sound of unwrapping that second full-sized candy bar you snuck from that one house with the “Not home, please take one!” sign, or the smell of hot cocoa after choosing just the right pumpkin to carve.

To an adult, however, Halloween means having to shell out enough money to purchase groceries for a week for a costume that will only be worn once.

Spirit superstores begin popping up around the end of September. By October, it seems like they’re in every mall or shopping center within a 10-mile radius.

The men have it easy – choose something with some muscles or whatever action movie character is the most popular at the moment.

Women, on the other hand, have it much harder. How sexy do you go, and how sexy is too sexy?

The answer?

Who cares? It’s your body, do what you want with it.

Every Halloween, a plethora of blogs and websites creep up, complaining about the over-sexualization of women’s costumes and how ashamed they should be for walking out of their homes as the sexy school girl with the short skirt or the sexy maid with the low neckline.

If “slut-shaming” is frowned upon at any other part of the year, why should Halloween costumes be any different? If a man is entitled to expose his chest all Halloween, why is a woman shamed for wanting to show off her legs or her stomach?

The media’s ability to pressure women into feeling forced to purchase sexy Halloween costumes, then lash out at them for doing so is absurd, but it takes place every year. A Google search of the question: “Are women’s Halloween costumes too sexy?” returns approximately 8 million results, with headlines ranging from mild criticism to full-on anger and outrage toward the female gender mixed with concern for the younger generations of too-sexy ladies.

At the same time, the girls that choose to leave their homes in authentically scary, classic costumes are shamed for being prudes.

At what point does Halloween return to being about the candy and the spectacular feeling of dressing as someone else for a night and become less about attacking the women that choose to expose their bodies and poking fun at the women who choose not to?

If men can step out of their homes with next to nothing on and receive no criticism for it, why can’t a woman?

Categories: Opinion, The Penn Staff

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