When I was a kid it
was easier. No one even held out the hope you could be a super hero
for Halloween, no matter how badly you wanted it. The costume
companies of that time were nice enough to pre-crush your dreams for
you by making the horrible costumes they sold NOTHING like
the actual heroes they were supposed to represent. I really liked
Dr. Strange, Master of the Mystic Arts, and it would have been very
cool to be him for Halloween, especially because he's not one of the
half dozen superheroes your soul crushing parents recognize
But, see, the real Dr,
Strange? Did not have a picture of himself on his chest. Ditto the
words Dr. Strange. You will never, ever strike fear into any
evildoer's heart with your whole name on your chest. You might as
well put the words "Hello, my name is…" in front of it. No tough guy
ever wore a nametag.
Didn't understand they were doing us a favor. Nowadays kids can get
some fairly happening costumes. They might hold out hope that for
one mythic night of their miserable childhoods they could actually
live the dream, actually become heroes and get candy. That's just
cruel. Because it can't be done.
Heroes are for 2 dimensional comic books. Even if you had a movie
studio come out and you sat in a make up chair for eight hours and
then they followed you door to door with special lighting on wheels,
you'd still look like a friggin' idiot. It would never look right
and sadly to say, you are just not that guy. Ask George Clooney.
The whole idea of dressing up as a superhero for Halloween is
empowerment. Instead of trying to up your self esteem by scaring
people or being all cute like a girl or your friend Darren who you
promised yourself you would never go trick or treating with after
last year, and yet here you are, your going too show the might time
world your inner coolness and mystery. It won't work. Deep down you
don't have the stones. No one does. It's one of the main reasons
that people don't put on spandex and fight crime in real life.
Allow me to
demonstrate with a quick tour of what's available. And before you
start crying, remember, I'm only trying to help.
This is a good place
to start. Not only is The Batman a huge cultural icon, there are
many variations and price ranges out there in which you can look
sad, pathetic and lonely.
Here's a good one if
you're a kid and your Mom's on a budget. There's just enough wrong
here to make any comic loving kid cringe. The version of the symbol
on the chest hasn't been used in almost a decade. You hands are
exposed leaving your Bruce Wayne fingerprints on every damn thing
you touch and no groovy-ass fins either. The mask was carefully
designed so the eye wholes will never, ever line up with your eyes.
Imagine Michael Keaton saying "I'm Batman" and then adjusting his
cowl so he could SEE THE DAMN JOKER! The less said about crotch fit
the better. Even a little kid knows the Dark Knight Detective needs
at least a little package. The way the shorts come to a point here
screams "I will become a eunuch of the night!"
If you had a paper
route you could upgrade to this model:
See? It's 'deluxe'.
Not only does it have neato arm fins, it's got fake muscles built
right in. Personally, I think it's sadder, and not just because each
person who opens the door will know you paid more for it than the
last two Batmen who stopped by for fun size three musketeers. When
you move, so do the muscles, just not in sync with your scrawny
little body. You look re-animated zombie Batman, and it chafes.
Plus, isn't it a little like writing 'I have no muscles of my own'
on your chest? For grown-ups, here's a nice ego-deflating model.
I think outlining your
muscles in blue is a nice touch, if by nice you mean not even
remotely authentic and inspired by nothing. I guess it's a little
less sob inducing than fake muscles in the self awareness
department, and it's black, like in the movies. It makes it harder
for people to see what a dork you look like and easier for cars to
put you out of your misery.
Are you seriously
considering this? Robin? The boy wonder? Didn't you ever ask
yourself just what a guy who dressed in black leather and hung
around in alleys waiting to rough up punks wanted with a Boy Wonder?
If you're determined to make everyone in your neighborhood think
less of you (and that's some assignment) why not go all the way with
historical accuracy? Until about ten years ago, The Batman didn't
let his ward wear pants.
A few years ago I
spent a memorable autumn evening as The Flash. It wasn't Halloween,
though. And I'm not sure you could say I was wearing a costume.
That's okay though, because this is what the costume looks like.
Wear are the damn
gloves? What, were costume makers all frightened by glove merchants
as children? Is there some safety rule that says kids can't wear
gloves? It's autumn, it's cold out, let the kids wear gloves, you
costume making bastards! They won't. Know why? Because you'd stand
half a chance of looking like the Flash. And that could only lead to
disappointment because you couldn't carry it off. Wouldn't you
rather have the grandma handing you Blow Pops think. "This kid don't
look like no Flash on accounta he ain't got no gloves" instead of "I
just can't put my finger on why this kid don't look like The Flash.
Must be some kinda deep personal inadequacy."
If you've got a
daughter and more than anything in the world she wants to be Wonder
Woman for Halloween, don't let her. Why? Here's why.
No matter how much fun
she might seem to have that night, she'd remember. She won't thank
you for it. She might even kill you for it. And for any grown up
women out there thinking a Wonder Woman costume might be… kinda…
There is no man out
there who thinks this is sexy you want to be thinking that way about
you. Not one. It's not even safe. That's a promise.
Oh, shut up! Why not
just buy yourself a few candy bars and have bullies come and kick
you ass in that morning and bullies beat you up that morning in the
convenience of your own driveway? What kind of homo wanted to be a
damn Power Ranger, even when that show was popular? Why is it still
on? Can't someone pull that show's feeding tube? What kind of ultra
mega hyper weenie would wear a Power ranger Costume now? Does the
current version come with a color matched colostomy bag? Can you get
a drag along IV drip? Jesus fucking Christ! What's WRONG with
you?! No! No! You know what? I'm changing my mind here. GO as
a fucking power ranger! It's the only costume out there that can
actually add a teaspoon of despair to the desperately sad state
you're obviously in! Just for that, no picture!
This is a great, great
costume if the main thing you want to remember is that long ago
Halloween night you went out dressed up as an Orange Lump of Dog
Shit. Seriously though, this is my most favorite costume for a
really weird reason. It's a terrible rendition of The Thing, but
it's a wonderful version of one of the Stone Men From Saturn.
See, they were
villains from the Thor comic, and if memory serves they only
appeared twice, so it's almost guaranteed absolutely no one will
have any idea that you are not in fact a really crappy, you are a
totally excellent STONE MAN FROM SATURN. That's the kind of private
laugh fest that can sustain you through a horrible childhood,
criminally insane adolescence, doomed marriage and crippling
divorce. If only they had this costume when I was a pup.
And now we come to the
crème de la crème of embarrassing superhero costumes. Seriously,
you'd be better off dressed as a Power Ranger. This is so wrong in
so many ways. Let's count, shall we?
When they made the
X-men movies, they dressed them all in black leather and the main
reason they did it was Wolverine. Wolverine's the ultimate bad-ass
crazy eyed killer. He's holding that berserker rage on a leash, he's
a loose cannon, he'll cutcha. And none of that, not one iota, can be
carried off in sky blue and canary yellow. How they get away with it
in the comic books is one of the seven modern wonders of the world,
and in real life it simply cannot be done. Blue and yellow? Fag
colors. Blue and yellow with claws? There isn't even a word for
that, but Village People-esque comes sort of close.
Puffy, flesh tone
muscled sleeves say 'My real arms have dangly bags on the underside
that dance spastically and give even my dog nightmares.' And they
say it loud.
The built in six pack
abs will only ride over your actual abdomen about one fifteenth of
the time, and then by accident. Depending on your actual height and
posture they'll spend most of their time looking like extra boobs or
neatly regimented stomach tumors.
Nice package. Have you
NO FUCKING GLOVES!
WHAT THE FUCK?!?
Nothing says Lethal
Mutant Vigilante like spats.
overestimation of what you can get away with, nothing beats
Wolverine. Even Batman is more like you, in that he all moody and
shit. A Wolverine costume is just a blaring neon blue and yellow
claw flashin' advertisement of all the things you'll never ever be
and how foolhardy you were to try. It's like having your own
seventeen hundred's town crier walking right next to you all night
long ringing a bell yelling "NO CANDY FOR ME GOVNA; I'M JUST 'ERE TO
POINT OUT WHAT A FEROCIOUS NANCY BOY ME OLD PAL WOLVERINE IS! IF
YOUY 'ANG ON A SEC, I THINK 'E'S GOING TO CRY!!"
What if you're fat?
So, that's it. To
summarize, the more you want to be a superhero for Halloween, that
more of a sure bet it is you're just the kind of guy who shouldn't
do it. I know it hurts, but somebody had to say it. And if you're at
a loss for something to be less humiliating, might I suggest this?
Remember, deciding to
wear it now is way better than being told you have to wear it by
your dominant partner years from now.
Until next Halloween, don't forget your safe word, kids!
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The Dollar Masks of 2005!
The One-Dollar Pirate!
The Jason-X Costume!