Tuesday, October 26, 2010

A Holiday for Sluts. Happy Halloween.

Browsing the rack of costumes at the local Target with my 12 year old daughter, we both came to the conclusion that Halloween is the Holiday for skin bearing teens to get a little more promiscuous... as if a holiday was in fact necessary. One click on Google brought me here:

Slutty Halloween Costumes

Adult


 Don't think I am a prude- by any stretch- I have absolute admiration for beauty, in all forms. And I do love the costume party. Sexy outfits or scary, I say.

 I had a recent tête-à-tête with a guy pal about the outfits some "kids" are wearing in public on a regular basis.  My point was, dang.. save some mystery. His point was, nope, make me stop and stare.  


And when the DH said he was recently hit on by very touchy-feeling co-eds so skantily clad they were presumed to be cheerleaders, I was thinking... but were they pretty on the inside, too? 


Of course when forty- somethings talk about "kids" we mean twenty-somethings, and when we say outfits we mean bikini tops and mini skirts, pajama bottoms and grandpa's flannel shirt, and maybe part of my hesitation now is that A. I am not that twenty-something getting the stop and stare and B. My daughter soon will be.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

The life of a writer

It isn't the same for any of us.. and sometimes you want to slap the shit out some of them... but this guy? This guy I want to buy beers with and go sailing.
Check out Mike's great blog post for a fantastic retreat that CATERS TO WRITERS. DO YOU HEAR ME, WORDSMITHS??