This didn't last long, though, for near my workplace, where an empty storefront (formerly occupied by an "express" version of one of those gargantuan office supply stores) had stood, now a Halloween-themed outlet beckoned. I didn't bother with even token resistance.
It turned out to be more of a costume shop than a tchotchke place--great if you wanted to dress up like Michael Myers, Princess Lea (Slave Girl version), a saucy witch or a naughty nurse, not so much if you just wanted another pumpkin or skeleton for your casa (like I don't have enough of those already). Aside from a really cool, really affordable Guy Fawkes mask, there wasn't much there to hold my interest.
Of the many costumes on display, only one truly perplexed and appauled me: The Giant Rat costume.
Can someone--anyone--explain the appeal of this costume to me? Is there a child out there anywhere who would request or willingly submit to being dressed as an enormous rodent (and not of the Mickey Mouse or Ratatouille varieties)? Is there a parent out there anywhere who would think this is "cute" or "funny," as opposed to, say, "guaranteed to be brought up repeatedly in expensive therapy sessions in about 15-20 years"? Why not just dress the kid in a t-shirt with 'KICK MY ASS, PLEASE" in big block letters across the chest? Even if I hadn't recently had a bad experience with a rat, this would seem like a bad idea.
I left without buying anything, but scarred nonetheless.
2 comments:
Okay, that costume is just f'd up and down. An adult freak may wish to appear costumed as a rat and hence never again in his/her life be invited to another Halloween party. Fine. Cool. Sexy. But a kid? T'ain't right.
Wait - it's a children's costume?!?! Bizarre doesn't begin to cover it.
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