In Which I Am a Bad Feminist

[moon_custafer]

I *want* to like Take Back Hallowe’en. It’s a terrific list of interesting historical women. It’s just that the thought of spending Hallowe’en night explaining to every-freakin’-one I meet that I’m supposed to be, say, Hildegard Von Bingen, makes me break out in hives. It’s sort of like suggesting to a man that he go out in a nondescript early-20th-c suit and tell everyone he’s Alexander Flemming. Well, I guess Flemming could carry around a petri dish or something, but most people still aren’t going to get it.

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[moon-custafer.livejournal.com]

I think there was a bit once on Third Rock from the Sun where two of the aliens go to a party in Sonny and Cher drag. When asked who they’re supposed to be, one answers: “Julius and Ethel Rosenberg; but we think they may have given us the wrong costumes at the shop.”

It would be kind of fun to do a “most unguessable costume” party: “Hey, it’s the Defenestration of Prague! And look, isn’t that the Love That Dare Not Speak Its Name, over by the punch bowl?”

[leave-harmony.livejournal.com]

Oh, I dunno...a judge robe, a mock window frame, an expression of terror, you could do the defenestration ^_^

[moon-custafer.livejournal.com]

Apparently there's an obscure superhero called "The Defenestrator." He brings his own window, just in case.