Might as well be me.
I don’t mind the sexy costumes on principle… really, I don’t. I enjoy a little bare skin as much as the next girl. I’m mostly just curious as to how we got from the ubiquitous sexy cat and schoolgirl to the likes of Sexy Secret Service, Sexy Kandy Korn Witch (seriously? Candy corn is sexy now?), or “Anna Rexia,” which has so many bizarre layers, I don’t even know where to begin.
On the one hand, at least it’s not the same damn sexy cat over and over again. It’s nice to know we can have a little imagination with our eye candy. But still — is nothing sacred from the “sexy” craze? What’s next, sexy baby? Sexy suicide bomber? I desperately want some PhD candidate to do their dissertation on the evolution of the sexy Halloween costume and what it says about us and our vision of sex appeal. Because if the sole goal was sexiness, why are there so many bizarre options? Do people actually buy these? And let’s not even get into the racial stereotype costumes that still abound — sexy Indian squaw, anyone? Or a new one I spotted… Sexy Bollywood.
I find this whole thing fascinating. Anyone have a theory?
