Worst Costumes: The worst costumes of the weekend were definitely the repeaters. Everywhere I went there were multiple Michael Phelps', variations of vampires, and dozens of doctors.
The assortment of slutty office girls, risque Disney characters, and next to naked flight attendants at times became maddening. The idea that 'Halloween is the one night a year a girl can dress like a stripper and not get criticized' drives me crazy.
Maybe it's because I heard that justification repeatedly over the weekend, or maybe because I have an 18-year-old sister who I don't want falling for that fallacy, either way, it's dumb.
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