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Essential New Word of the Week: lickbo
(definition hint: one-stop shopping)
Along with my considerable skill as a rapping arm-wrestler and a
surfing ventriloquist, I also happen to be a master of disguise. Not
many people know that about me, but in the high-stakes world of
brothel infiltration, it’s better that way. Give me some basic
supplies and I can change into a believable yuppie, redneck, negro,
or any other stereotype faster than you can say “lynch mob.” And
that’s only two syllables.
This amazing ability isn’t something I was born with; I had to practice
diligently. Showing up for class as an Eskimo was an occasional treat, and my
little league coach would look the other way when his starting shortstop was
suddenly a Hell’s Angel. But there was only one time of year where I could
really apply myself:
Halloween.
Halloween was, is, and forever shall be my favorite holiday. I have a hunch
that this is a pretty common thing among Jews; Christmas is mostly a time of
jealousy and boredom, Easter is an incomprehensible set of mixed signals (so,
chocolate bunnies represent the body of Christ?), and though we like to pretend
otherwise, our corresponding holidays don’t stack up, fun-wise. But Halloween is
an event that’s open to all. And the really religious Jews already have a neat
costume set to go. Just don’t give the trick-or-treating Hasidim any pork rinds.
"If you’re wearing a Viking helmet, bring along a battle-axe.
Later, slip on an oversize clock necklace, and suddenly you’re Flava Flav!
Needless to say,
candy and snacks are a large part of what made Halloween so
awesome. Kids are incredibly materialistic. Accordingly, the easy
acquisition of an enormous candy hoard is quite significant. I can
remember wheeling and dealing, trying to unload tooth-splintering
caramels and other crap for the gold bullion of Halloween fare:
miniature candy bars.
Trick or treating had to be precise in its efficiency. Candy was so important
that smart kids would try to hit generous houses a few times by altering their
costumes on the fly. More on that later. And every neighborhood had some
asshole, probably a dentist, who would give out toothbrushes every year. Those
altruistic fuckers usually spent November 1 cleaning egg off their properties.
If you’re under the age of 8, I know this is going to be hard to accept, but
the importance of candy fades. Once you get older, you can buy all the miniature
candy bars your heart desires. Unless, of course, your major was something like
philosophy, or journalism. If that’s the case, trick or treat as long as
possible in order to
scavenge whatever nutrition you can. Some candy bars even contain peanuts, a
source of valuable protein for homeless people such as yourselves.
The good news is, even though candy’s not as important, Halloween is still
pretty kickass as an adult. Take candy out of the equation and what are you left
with? Well, there’s a lot of supposedly scary crap, but if there were any goth
kids at your high school, you’re probably already immune to Satanic imagery and
Dracula bites. What I’m saying is, the best part of Halloween is the costumes.
As you get older, Halloween parties/bar crawls replace trick or treating, and
booze becomes the new candy. But you still have to earn it by means of a
creative costume. I’ve compiled everything you need to know about your options:
Traditional
Halloween Costumes
Even though Halloween has moved away from the spooky aspect, some costumes
will never go out of style. Witch/vampire costumes and accessories can be bought
just about anywhere. There’s not much to say about this category and let’s be
honest: if you’re actually going to a party as a damn ghost with a sheet over
your head and two holes cut out for eyes, you need to work on your creativity.
These should be used as last resorts only. As Adam Sandler once pointed out,
anything can be a costume. Glue a protractor to your face and go as “Crazy
Protractor Beard.” The possibilities are endless. But if you must go the
traditional route, don’t expect to turn any heads, and remember, some members of
the Wiccan faith will feel that these costumes are offensive to real witches for
promoting stereotypical caricatures. So if you meet a Wiccan,
punch her in the throat and steal her magic cauldron before she has a chance
to send her flying monkeys after you.
Recommended for: Kids who don’t know any better; slow-witted adults
who remembered it’s Halloween at the last minute.
Ironic Halloween Costumes
Since it’s a time to let loose, some people dress up in a manner that really
contradicts their character. Nine times out of ten, this boils down to some guy
dressing in drag. Under the safely ironic context of a Halloween costume, tough
guys can be as frilly as they’ve always wanted. They should be regarded with
extreme suspicion at all times. This also includes 300-pound guys dressed as
babies.
For women, a good ironic choice is the prostitute. However, it only counts as
ironic if your reputation is more or less untainted. Otherwise, partygoers who
know you might ask why you didn’t make an effort for Halloween. Ironic costumes
work best when taken to extremes. If you’re black, why not dress up as a member
of the KKK? Imagine how surprised people will be when they pull off your hood in
anger.
Recommended for: Closeted homos, transvestites-in-denial, “good”
girls who are just a few drinks and a little Ecstasy short of turning a corner.
Adaptable Halloween Costumes
As mentioned earlier, having a costume that is actually four costumes can
result in greater candy accumulation. If you have a bed sheet, you have the
makings of a ghost, a superhero cape, a Roman toga, and a Sheik headdress.
(There’s also the above-mentioned KKK costume, but that’s not recommended for
non-ironic contexts.)
The benefits of an adaptable costume are applicable to adults as well. If
Halloween is a chance to show off your wit and creativity, then you get to be
twice as obnoxious. The key is the accessories you bring with you. If you’re
wearing a Viking helmet, bring along a battle-axe for starters. Later, find a
bathroom and slip on an oversize clock necklace, and suddenly you’re Flava Flav!
Recommended for: Kids who are serious about their candy, guys who
plan to commit date rape and need an alibi.
Lazy Halloween Costumes
Some folks just can’t be bothered to make any kind of effort whatsoever.
These people will ransack their closets, looking for any kind of outfit they own
which will technically fulfill the definition of a costume. For example, a dark
suit and sunglasses will allow you to be an agent from The Matrix or
possibly, Men in Black. Or for the really unimaginative, “Executive on a
sunny day.”
Naturally, these “costumes” are not very impressive, but the people wearing
them realize it and don’t care. They’ll probably have
the most success with women at a given Halloween party, because most girls
don’t want to make out with some guy wearing three pounds of makeup, or dressed
like Leatherface.
Recommended for: Lazy fucks, obviously.
Morbid/Offensive Halloween Costumes
Some of the best, funniest costumes are ones that blur the lines of good
taste. Here, originality is the key. A Hitler costume would have been an edgy
idea before it was featured in a Halloween episode of South Park. But you
get the general idea. Last year, I met a couple dressed up as a
Catholic priest and a sexy young boy. It worked on so many different levels.
In a world where the Wayans Brothers make movies about baby-impersonating
midgets, bad taste has a very short shelf life. Concepts simply become less
offensive over time. I’ll probably see three or four Osama Bin Laden costumes
this year, but back in 2001, that would have been a gutsy call. This year I know
a delightful couple going as “Crocodile Hunter” Steve Irwin and a manta ray. If
you’re single, a baseball uniform and some zombie makeup comprises an instant
Cory Lidle costume.
Recommended for: Political types, karate experts looking
to practice in real world situations.
Punny Halloween Costumes
Every party gets someone who shows up in a seemingly inexplicable costume.
He’ll be wearing something weird, like a brown sweater with some yellow leaves
taped to it. After enduring some good-natured ribbing and some inaccurate
guesses (“So, you’re a tree?”) he’ll ultimately reveal the meaning of his
pun-based idea: he’s the Fall Guy. Cue groaning. If you come to a party wearing
fake wings and carrying a martini glass and call yourself a “Bar Fly,” you
almost certainly deserve a beating from a dozen guys dressed like the Fonz.
The punny costume was first popularized by fictional character Ross Geller,
of Friends fame, when he came to a Halloween party dressed in some kind
of brown bodysuit with tinfoil antennae. His concept? Spudnik. You see,
pun-based costumes are, at best, hit-or-miss. Our own
Mike Faerber tells of a Halloween where he went as a Douche Bag: a big
plastic bag with a huge letter D on it… motherfucking hit.
Recommended for: Social misfits, professional joke writers.
Collaborative
Halloween Costumes
Many great costumes are more than the sum of their parts. To really blow
people’s minds, you need to approach costumes from a team perspective. In the
past there wasn’t much choice: either the front end or the back end of the
horse, and there’s not much to recommend the back end, believe me. Nowadays,
creative couples have many choices. Some (e.g. Ketchup & Mustard bottles, Plug &
Socket) are too cute by half. It’s better to be a little more thought provoking,
like a slightly geeky couple I know who went as the Grim Reaper and a
red-shirted Star Trek ensign.
Even if it’s just you and your buddies, you can still put in a collaborative
effort. At one bar’s yearly Halloween bash, the best reaction was given to three
friends dressed like the characters from
Degrassi (which, in Toronto, made them instantly recognizable). Zit Remedy
Rules!
Recommended for: Co-dependent couples, people who want to
win prizes.
Slutty Halloween Costumes
We all knew this category was coming. I don’t know if there’s such a thing as
the true meaning of Halloween, but if so, it’s surely girls wearing slutty,
revealing costumes. What other time of year can you be in the same room as a
nurse, a French maid, and Wonder Woman. And if you can make it out of that room
without throwing your spunk around like Multiple Miggs, you have more
self-discipline than I do.
The great thing is, just about any costume can qualify for this category. A
little cleavage can change a zombie costume into “zombie slut,” or possibly
“slutty zombie.” All female pirates, devils, or Catwomans are sexy by default.
And if your girl’s going as a hobo or a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, there’s no
reason why a pair of crotchless panties can’t be incorporated.
Recommended for: Anyone with a vagina. But if you’ve got a
muffintop, do us all a favor and dress as a nun or something.
p.s.
Get a Halloween
costume here before you forget!
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Essential New Word of the Week: |
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lickbo [‘lIkbo] n
No doot aboot it, Canada is a great place to live. Free healthcare, little
crime, and gay marriage for all! But there’s a downside that our Yankee cousins
probably don’t see. Whereas you can buy booze in any convenience store,
supermarket, or flower shop you come across, we don’t have that kind of luxury.
Here in Ontario, we have to visit special, government-run stores in order to buy
hooch. It’s not very convenient, and they tax the hell out of us just for good
measure.
These nameless stores are run by some shadowy entity called the Liquor
Control Board of Ontario. As such, signs on these stores read “LCBO.” Since it’s
far too difficult for alcohol enthusiasts to remember four separate letters,
enterprising young acronym-crafters came up with “lickbo.” Say it fast enough
and it sounds like “licks balls”—and I can assure you that the LCBO most
certainly does. I look forward to the day I can buy beer in a vending machine,
like God intended. |
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