Well, it is
Halloween. And the question has been looming.
What should I dress up as? This
Halloween I debated on costumes. Should
I be Dorothy? Well Dorothy no longer really fits. You see I am no longer just Dorothy Gale from
Kansas. I have learned how to be both a good witch and a bad witch and frankly outside of her epic shoes I am growing
tired of her. A second option was to
consider the peculiar Anastasia Steele. Ah
the fair innocent girl dominated by the rich and famous Christian Grey. My sarcastic side considered this as a quite
viable option. Yes I read the trilogy and took it for the good fun it was. However
when it comes down to it I just can’t support literature I could write myself while gagged and blindfolded. Then Sandra
Dee popped into my head. A pink lady
might be fun, however a credible far away friend forbid me to go down this path
and the recent weather apocalypse that has pummeled the east coast made this
lady simply unacceptable at this time.
I am also
lazy. So the search was on for a blonde subject. But who should I impersonate? After
a lot of brainstorming with my very far away friend the personality began to
unfold. You see many
many many moons before Eat, Pray Love there was a female character who broke a
few of society’s rules. Her name was
simply Susan. Simple was she not. Susan would
re-enter into New York City by bus with merely a skull cladded hat box. She had street smarts, personality and made absolutely
no apologies. She owned her style.
On
March 29, 1985 the film Desperately Seeking Susan was released. And for me this
is the Madge I will always remember and love. Madonna was in Abu Dhabi this past year and in
Kansas City last night on the eve of Halloween.
Unfortunately I did not attend either show but after re-entering back into the United States via New York City with a little more
spunk, determination and confidence I feel I’ve made a good decision to kick it
Susan style. So this year’s Halloween
costume is for all the re-formed ‘Robertas’ out there who are bravely filling
their diaries with a little less beige and living a little
less desperate.
