Roberta Kept a Diary...Great Stuff

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.