Halloween: Greatest Day Ever?

Or, if you want a pretentious and artsy title: "Breaking Out Of The Prison Of Normality."

I live in New York, so, y'know, feel free to picture this. If it helps. 


So, Halloween is the best Holiday ever, right? Right! ALL DISSENTERS REPORT TO THE GAS OVENS!

Halloween is great for a number of reasons, most of which I don't have to tell you. One of them, though, doesn't get mentioned often enough, and I thought I'd pass it along here should anyone come across it.

Tell me: if you pass by a guy on the street, exactly how much thought do you give him? If he's not doing anything particularly weird or dressed unusually you probably just walk by, right? Right.

But what about Halloween?

You walk by somebody dressed as a character you recognize, what do you do?

This. You do this.


I saw, this Halloween, a pair of parents with three kids - Mom was Alex Delarge, Dad was Jason. The kids were Mike Myers, Freddy Krueger and the baby had a Hannibal Lecter Mask. All of these, on top of being FUCKING AWESOME, were eighties flicks. So when I showed them this:



That's right: We all fanboyed the fuck out.

So we sat around and talked about how much better horror was in the 80's, how awesome it was to  see the fandom alive, and just general shop about what our nights were like. Me, twenty-something writer/artist/jackass and this random parents and their kids.

I went out and saw some Mad Max Characters, too - same thing. I wound up hanging out with a Doc and Marty, a Wes and Aunty Entity, and any other number of people all from different walks of life. And the best part is, nobody judges anyone! It's the one night we all let the shields of normality down and just enjoy the shit out of whatever we want, screw everyone else!

So, tell me, does that happen on any other day of the year?

Comic-Con, maybe, but even then you don't get away from the judgements and noise completely. A lot of people avoid it out of self-consciousness and fear of ridicule, which is just one more thing that makes Halloween one of the few things that restores my faith in individuality and the future of the human race, in general.

So enjoy that shit guys! And get on your costumes - there's only 360 days 'till the next one. It'll be here before you know it!

Safe Travels,

- Kent J. Starrett.

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