Tags: candy, costumes, Halloween, New York City, parties, trick or treating
I love Halloween. I always have. From my trick-or-treating days, through to today. It’s a holiday that I can really get behind, be real festive about. I love dressing up, having the opportunity to be someone I’m not — just for one night.
I lived near the local high school growing up, and there were lots of kids my age. A group of us would walk the streets together, screaming ridiculous things that made no sense, and getting candy from households that knew us, for the most part. My house was particularly popular — my dad gave away the biggest bags of candy. Weeks before Halloween, he’d sprawl out the Mini Snickers, Smarties, Butterfingers, and DumDums, and make goodie bags. I dressed up as Lisa Simpson, and a bride, one rainy year.
Living near the high school was a bit more “dangerous” if you will, as we got into middle school and Halloween became more of a trick than a treat. Lots of “bombing” was going on. Kids were sneaking eggs out of their kitchens and shaving cream from their father’s cabinets and just creaming each other. You had to watch your back if you didn’t want to turn into the marshmallow man.
By senior year and into college, and beyond, Halloween began to be more about partying. No longer young enough to ask strangers from candy, we turned to costume parties and booze. Living on my own, my friends and I have had several epic Halloween parties over the years, but lately we’ve taken to heading downtown. The city is an awesome place to celebrate Halloween. It is so much fun seeing what everyone would choose as their costume. What would it reveal about their personality?
My costume style is all about character. I have yet to portray a real person. I’m more into superheroes and super-villains. I don’t like to use Halloween as an excuse to be super slutty, but I don’t mind being a little sexy. My past few costumes include the yellow-haired warrior from Kill Bill, Rainbow Brite, and the Green M&M. A favorite from college years was my SuperGirl costume. My costume for this year falls into this same vein. I wonder what this says about me. Perhaps these kinds of characters speak to my desire to appear strong and…. magical? Who knows. I’m not a therapist, or a philosopher. All I know is that it’s still as fun to play dress up as it was when I was young. I guess there are some things you never grow out of.
So, want to know what I’m gonna be? I’ll be posting photos on my Facebook page after the fact. Check it out and have a happy, fun, and safe Halloween!
Tags: Angel Jeans, fashion, jeans, Michael Kors, mom jeans, MUDD, Seven Jeans, shopping
I hate shopping for jeans. It’s a necessary evil that I do everything in my power to avoid. I have even gone so far as not to purchase jeans for the past 7 years. 7 years! My cousin was working for Angel jeans at the time, and the sample size was close enough to mine, so she threw about 30 pairs my way. They lasted for 7 years, but have slowly been disappearing from my collection due to normal wear and tear, and well, some of them were just completely out of style, so jean shopping was a must.
The thing with jeans is that you really can’t fake it. Sucking in just doesn’t work, and if they aren’t going to make it over your hips, there is no way around it. I remember when stretch jeans first became big. It was the best invention ever! I can now fit into more styles of jeans than ever before, whether or not they are flattering is another question.
So why do I have such a problem with jeans fitting? Two things — one, I am a member of the petite movement. Short legs and long jeans just don’t work. I’m not a fan of getting my jeans hemmed as I have found that they somehow seem to shrink more when you wash them, so I’m always looking for short jeans. Secondly, I am also a proud member of the big booty brigade, so even if the jeans would theoretically fit my waist, it doesn’t matter if they don’t fit over my behind.
With these minor set backs, when it comes to shopping for jeans I cannot be shopping for anything else, otherwise I will walk out empty-handed. I have to be focused on the task at hand. I no longer can get away with Angel or MUDD jeans. I have to be an adult about this, so I try on a bunch of different brands. Most recently, I’ve purchased two brands. Seven and Michael Kors. I am particularly in love with my Michael Kors. They just fit so well! The only downside is that they almost always have gold embellishments on them and I don’t wear that much gold. Mr. Kors, if you are reading this, can you make a line with silver embellishments? Thanks.
I’m really not a name brand whore. I’ve always been one to, at least, be aware of the trends and to follow them as I see appropriate. I choose these name brands strictly based on the fit. I purchase them at a discount, not a department store. If I found a non-name brand that fit, I’d totally buy them, but something tells me I wouldn’t have much luck.
So I will gladly wear my Michael Kors until they no longer appear socially acceptable. I’m slowly rebuilding my collection, adding in some leggings to break up the blue jean monotony, and hoping I’m a long ways from adding Mom jeans to my collection.
Tags: dating, family, parents, relationships, woman, women
I’ve dated men from all different family situations, from the happy go lucky, “perfect” family, down to the “broken home” where words of hate and disconnect pepper the air like Febreze. A child’s family has great effect on who that child grows up to be. I can’t say I’ve seen that any one specific situation was better than the other in terms of how the man turned out — it really is a case-by-case, individual circumstance situation — but I can say this. There are some real unique qualities of a man raised by all women.
The boyfriend comes from a family of strong Italian women. He was raised by his grandmother and his mother, who also raised his sister who is only a year or so older than he is. These women are no bull kinds of women; women who work hard to provide for their children; women who, at the drop of a hat will do anything for their children. They are women to admire.
Having such positive female role models in his life, the boyfriend has always been a complete gentleman. I must admit that when we first met, I assumed he was a player just by his good looks and his comfort in talking to girls. It was only later that I’d learn that this comfort actually came from being surrounded by girls all his life. He was never a player, had dated in his life but never superficially; he was never into playing games. He always wanted to do the right thing and did everything he could to do so.
So this well meaning boy turned man has always had a strong respect for powerful women and never feels upstaged by his ambitious girlfriend. Having a strong girlfriend is often a turn off to men who want to be in charge, but not this one.
But there are some downsides to being raised by all women. Because they did everything for him, it’s hard to get him to cook or clean, or tend to general house care. As may be a typical male chore, he’s very good at taking out the garbage and changing light bulbs, but the vacuum, which sits in plain sight, only budges under my thumb. He leaves behind unique messes that are tell tale signs of his existence — fork marks in the nutella, cereal boxes torn open, coffee grinds in the sink, socks on the floor. Because they were always there to clean up after him, he is still adjusting to cleaning up after himself.
But he does know to take my bras out of the wash to hang dry, and he does take the dog out late at night when I’m already in my pajamas, and he does move my car when alternate side rules are in effect. He does love me, as I love him, unique messes and all.