To the man with the arm hanging out of his car’s trunk:
Oct 22nd, 2007 by Bethany
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I like Halloween because we get to dress up in unusual costumes and eat with abandon the sweets that will soon make our bodies vulnerable to the imminent flu season. I like it because we get to see our neighbors, even if we don't recognize them through their costumes. I like it because it's another excuse to celebate and connect.
I don't like gross things, even on Halloween. Like the arm hanging out of the trunk of your car. It may be a little bit funny in a bag with brightly-colored marketing slogans at the store, but once you arrange it on your car it becomes gross and nothing better. Please don't do that anymore.
Scarey movies that make light of mean people hurting others aren't funny, either, and I don't like flipping through the channels on TV during October for fear of my little ones having images of violence and horrified faces of victims of yuckiness etched on their little brains forever. Suspense is one thing, horror is quite another. We have plenty of real horror around to deal with without dealing with the contrived stuff, too.
So, buy candy and put big plastic bats and spider webs around your house and dress up as Frankenstein's monster, but don't pretend that the truly sick and gross and horrific is funny or appropriate just because it's Halloween.
