Happily, only two women were dressed up as Sarah Palin at the Halloween party I attended. One of them had a cabbage patch doll who was afflicted with what she referred to as, "up-syndrome." Both had grotesque, giant flag pins. Neither wore American flag bikinis or beauty pageant sashes, which pleased me. In fact, no one at the entire party was dressed in an especially revealing costume. There were no sexy cops, sexy nurses, sexy schoolgirls or sexy teachers! For the most part, people went for relative authenticity, and that is the making of a good costume. There was one Barack Obama in the bunch who spent most of the night pointing and saying, "Yes we can," at every chance. His girlfriend went as Courtney Love. They made an interesting couple. The only other campaign related costume was mine. I dressed as Ashley Todd. If you don't know who that is, look here. I almost didn't do it. My boyfriend just about had me convinced that the costume was in poor taste because this woman clearly has metal problems. But so does Freddy Kruger. Additionally, this costume was free.
I was very proud to be in the company of women who were less concerned with tramping it up for an evening and more with having funny or witty costumes. I was not happy to wake up the next morning and read about this lovely woman in Grosse Point, Michigan named Shirley Nagel. Clearly posted outside her home on Halloween night was a sign that read "No handouts for Obama supporters, liars, tricksters or kids of supporters." A few months ago my mother told me she thought Barack Obama "panders to crazies." The ease with which that statement can be refuted continues to astound me.