Everybody and her maiden aunt is going on about the children this Halloween, and how they'll miss out on this most sacred of holidays, the one that's all about candy and dressing up in costumes and getting to run around outside at night.
It falls on a Saturday this year, too. So much easier for the dads who have to accompany children nowadays because helicopter parenting is real, dammit, and no modern parent is comfortable letting their children run around outside during the day, never mind at night.
My brother got mugged - twice - on Halloween, and it happened when he was old enough for me to remember it, and he's three and a half years older than me. He broke a mirror in my Gram's bedroom, though, so bad luck for seven years.
But that's not what this entry is about because this entry is about sparing a thought for the millions of young women who won't get to dress up like sexy mice, or Rocky Horror Picture Show maids, or just how they would always like to dress because they're into looking sexy but recognize that it can hold them back professionally and so reserve it for Halloween.
Also, the other type of young woman on Halloween.
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