Holloween: License to offend

What do you call slutty cops, sexy babies, scantily clad nurses, and license to be grossly offensive? Give up? Yes you’re right Halloween. And it’s right around the corner. People with an affinity for death, blood and gore, love this holiday, and they’re usually identifiable, not by their ghoulish costumes, but more by their incredibly tacky over the top decorated homes. You know, the homes with an overabundance of skeletons, pumpkins, and more recently inflatable giant pumpkins with plastic windows, and either a skeleton or witch inside holding a sign that reads: trick or treat/happy Halloween.
This seemingly innocent holiday has been hijacked by peoples’ inner ho and inner racist. You see, for some strange reason people like to dress in all kinds of disparaging costumes. For the first, they have a knack at turning anything into a sexpot, and I mean anything. Who else turns a baby onesy, into a firm fitting cat suite, with pacifier, and baby bottle, exuding all kinds of desperation, uh em I mean sex. The later usually cling onto any outlandish racial caricature from years gone by. The afro wigs, the Rasta Mon locks, complete with tacky skull cap in Rastafarian colors and my favorite the infamous black face. These grossly offensive costumes are defended in the name of Halloween, while one’s hypersensitivity is called out.
Not surprisingly this years the costumes have become a lot more creative/offensive. In addition to the infamous black face, Halloween goers who are determined to offend, now have an option between black face and yellow face.