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            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. 
            
            THE BATMAN 
            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. 
            ROBIN 
              
            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. 
              
            
            THE FLASH 
            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." 
            
            WONDER WOMAN 
            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… 
            sexy? 
              
            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. 
            
            POWER RANGER 
            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! 
            
            THE THING 
              
            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. 
            
            WOLVERINE 
              
            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 
            met Batman? 
   
              
            NO FUCKING GLOVES! 
            WHAT THE FUCK?!? 
   
              
            Nothing says Lethal 
            Mutant Vigilante like spats. 
   
              
            For sheer 
            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! 
            
            -Max Burbank 
            
            Wanna see more  Halloween crap we've reviewed? 
            Try these: 
            
            The Dollar Masks of 2005! 
            
            The One-Dollar Pirate! 
            
            The Jason-X Costume! 
  
 
 
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