You go girl. Way to set the women's movement back 15 years - all for three hours of glory in a naughty nurse costume.
The first year we lived in the City in Two States, we attended a Junior League Halloween fête at the country club. I thought this would be a fun, festive event where drinks would be enjoyed while an 80's cover band entertained the crowd. Being new to town, I imagined this would a pretty tame party.
Instead we encountered Playboy bunnies, french maids, skanky Pocahontas's (one being the league president), naughty nurses galore and hundreds of jello shots.
And as the jello shots disappeared, boobs appeared. We saw more asses than Yankee Stadium in late October.
These women had children and sent out super cute Whitney English Christmas cards. Attorneys, teachers and drug reps (well, no one was surprised about the drug reps...) hanging out of cheap costumes and keeping careful watch for open flames.
And we wag our fingers at Britney...puh-lease.
In honor of those who want to use Halloween as the excuse to singlehandedly bring sexy back, here are Mrs. News Readin's top picks for Tricks & Tramps:
Does Raggedy Andy know you're out dressed like that?
Mr. News Readin' wanted to know which one I'm wearing to a Halloween party Saturday night:
Sexy pilgrim. 'Cause that's how I roll. Chaste.
Edited to Note:
It has been suggested that I am coming across prudish - which I'm not. All I'm saying is if you're asking me where I go to church on Sundays and how volunteering, carpooling and running marathons are putting the squeeze on gourmet meal-making BUT are dressed like I should be stuffing dollar bills in your pants (if you're even wearing pants...) there is something seriously wrong.