Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat!!
Devil & Angel Dogs
I used to be pretty crazy when I dressed up for Halloween. I loved playing dress-up! I even got a local T.V. station to air my cohorts and I (as the Three Blind Mice) saying, “Good Day Tampa Bay!” It was about 6 seconds of my allotted 15 seconds of fame.
Three Blind Mice
Halloween now is completely different from when I grew-up. When I was a small child, we would get many homemade treats like caramel apples, popcorn balls, brownies, and rice crispy treats. We ran from house to house, filling our pillowcases with enough sugar to off 100 diabetics.
Then there was the one asshole that put a razor blade in an apple. Boom, no more homemade treats, everything must be store-bought, prepackaged candy. That was OK by us kids, surely dentists were happy! We weren’t allowed to snack until Mom & Dad looked at all of our candy and pulled out their favorites.. The price of being a child… Harrumph!
Then there was the sicko that lured a small boy into his house. Boom, no more trick or treating without an adult. Those old folks can’t keep-up to make one night of treating worth going. That’s when all the parties started. Many park districts, libraries, and churches started having gatherings where candy and activities were in abundance. I was getting a bit too old to trick or treat at this point.
Then… There was the innocent peanut, store-bought, prepackaged candy bar at the church party that caused a child to go into anaphylactic shock. Boom, no more candy OF ANY KIND, as many children are allergic to peanuts, dairy, soy, chocolate, malt, eggs, gluten… the list goes on. Now, small toys are exchanged.
Then we switch over to the adult world of Halloween. Costumes used to be clever, well-thought-out and home-made. Now it seems the only thing on girls minds is how slutty they can pull off hot cop, hot pirate, hot nurse or hot construction worker. Even the most modest girl can’t help herself as it’s the one night they have an excuse to dress like a whore.
I wonder how long we’ll continue to celebrate this Celtic origin celebration. I loved the fun of it all, however now it just seems like just another day.
I can’t leave this post on a sour note, so here are some poor, tortured dogs to laugh at!