By: John C. Maierhauser
When I was 9 years old I was a wounded military medic. Dried blood and grit covered my forehead and my neck. A shredded white tee shirt clung around me and my break-away athletic pants. Adidas tennis shoes completed the outfit. Our little rabble ran from house to house answering, “And who are YOU supposed to be?”; very politely with our heads bowed we respond, “a medic ; a power ranger; a ninja,” and memorably we laughed at a pal dressed up in an electric blue shell yelling, “An M&M!” After combing the neighborhood for goods and with bulging pillow cases in tote, the troupe marched to an undisclosed location for further trading and consumption.
A few more Halloweens passed. This time I was 19 years old. I was an air force pilot. I had a military pilot’s fatigues, leather combat boots, and silver aviators on. Now a man, I was groomed and smoking a cigar. Me and the guys went from house to house answering, “And who are YOU supposed to be?” very loudly and with full chests we cried, “a pilot; a hillbilly; a hobo,” and snickered at a buddy’s shouting, “a pimp!” After combing the streets for later and later last calls, the gang slumped into undisclosed beds outdone by their own consumption.
The more things change the more they stay the same. As we get older we do the same stuff in different ways. What’s changed about Halloween? I doubt that many young people dress up and carry pillow cases around and ask for a snickers or laffy-taffy after they are thirteen or fourteen. That reality surely is different. Isn’t it?
No! We all love to dress up. Ladies- granted while you obviously receive more fluorescent light exposure refracted off a thousand tiny little mirrors. Guys – however, love to groom as well. What is not so apparent is the amount of energy we put into looking like we are not groomed. Believe me – do enough nonchalant by standing and the hair pastes and axe-bombs will soon necessitate evacuation. When these habits are pointed toward dressing up for Halloween sometimes the result can be “cute” but revealing choice of clothing.
Unfortunately, like children becoming sick on candy we often become sick on our romantic hook ups. Halloween is not followed by stomachache so much as heartache. For women there is an almost irresistible longing to look attractive. On Halloween the usual social norms are forgone in the spirit of “dressing up.” The bottom line is that girls become the new eye candy for the same boys carousing looking to fill up their bags.
Few of us still have the manic disposition of children toward candy. However, candy as the philosophical and human principle of pleasure seeking is still alive and well! Our stomachs have stayed the same but our eyes have widened with newer appetites.
From many guys’ perspectives, it’s a sad state of affairs.
Rule - The more I can see the more I can look at ; The more candy I have the more I will eat ; The more I eat the more I will get sick.
I would strongly encourage each woman reading this to consider the natural gift of beauty inherent with you. You as a woman are truly mesmerizing by the sober fact that you are female and not a male like we men. This is amazing! If all a man was to see were but your eyes he would love you for being a woman. I cannot answer where the “line” is for appropriate Halloween costumes for you women. But I don’t think it matters if you accept this vision of yourself and truly feel it in your heart. It would be a self-guiding knowledge.
If we are honest we know that the greatest delight is found in another person. There is nothing more exciting or thrilling than finding love in this life. Reading the subtle signs of romantic interest is as electrifying as the excitement and power of a thunderstorm suddenly rolling toward us. We touch this sweetness in the kindness of words and the steadiness of gazes which blaze like a roaring fire. We desire to love and be loved! It is this end that both men and women long for. Let’s not fall for something so cheap when we can love so much more deeply!
I once spent many days camping in the backwoods near my college town. I hiked and climbed over 25 miles in some of the most pristine forests and drank from running streams. The sunsets were unforgettable and the stars innumerable. However, it was one fleeting encounter that left me most deeply happy: through the trees on a nearby trail, the smile and wave of a young woman.
When I was 9 years old I was a wounded military medic. Dried blood and grit covered my forehead and my neck. A shredded white tee shirt clung around me and my break-away athletic pants. Adidas tennis shoes completed the outfit. Our little rabble ran from house to house answering, “And who are YOU supposed to be?”; very politely with our heads bowed we respond, “a medic ; a power ranger; a ninja,” and memorably we laughed at a pal dressed up in an electric blue shell yelling, “An M&M!” After combing the neighborhood for goods and with bulging pillow cases in tote, the troupe marched to an undisclosed location for further trading and consumption.
A few more Halloweens passed. This time I was 19 years old. I was an air force pilot. I had a military pilot’s fatigues, leather combat boots, and silver aviators on. Now a man, I was groomed and smoking a cigar. Me and the guys went from house to house answering, “And who are YOU supposed to be?” very loudly and with full chests we cried, “a pilot; a hillbilly; a hobo,” and snickered at a buddy’s shouting, “a pimp!” After combing the streets for later and later last calls, the gang slumped into undisclosed beds outdone by their own consumption.
The more things change the more they stay the same. As we get older we do the same stuff in different ways. What’s changed about Halloween? I doubt that many young people dress up and carry pillow cases around and ask for a snickers or laffy-taffy after they are thirteen or fourteen. That reality surely is different. Isn’t it?
No! We all love to dress up. Ladies- granted while you obviously receive more fluorescent light exposure refracted off a thousand tiny little mirrors. Guys – however, love to groom as well. What is not so apparent is the amount of energy we put into looking like we are not groomed. Believe me – do enough nonchalant by standing and the hair pastes and axe-bombs will soon necessitate evacuation. When these habits are pointed toward dressing up for Halloween sometimes the result can be “cute” but revealing choice of clothing.
Unfortunately, like children becoming sick on candy we often become sick on our romantic hook ups. Halloween is not followed by stomachache so much as heartache. For women there is an almost irresistible longing to look attractive. On Halloween the usual social norms are forgone in the spirit of “dressing up.” The bottom line is that girls become the new eye candy for the same boys carousing looking to fill up their bags.
Few of us still have the manic disposition of children toward candy. However, candy as the philosophical and human principle of pleasure seeking is still alive and well! Our stomachs have stayed the same but our eyes have widened with newer appetites.
From many guys’ perspectives, it’s a sad state of affairs.
Rule - The more I can see the more I can look at ; The more candy I have the more I will eat ; The more I eat the more I will get sick.
I would strongly encourage each woman reading this to consider the natural gift of beauty inherent with you. You as a woman are truly mesmerizing by the sober fact that you are female and not a male like we men. This is amazing! If all a man was to see were but your eyes he would love you for being a woman. I cannot answer where the “line” is for appropriate Halloween costumes for you women. But I don’t think it matters if you accept this vision of yourself and truly feel it in your heart. It would be a self-guiding knowledge.
If we are honest we know that the greatest delight is found in another person. There is nothing more exciting or thrilling than finding love in this life. Reading the subtle signs of romantic interest is as electrifying as the excitement and power of a thunderstorm suddenly rolling toward us. We touch this sweetness in the kindness of words and the steadiness of gazes which blaze like a roaring fire. We desire to love and be loved! It is this end that both men and women long for. Let’s not fall for something so cheap when we can love so much more deeply!
I once spent many days camping in the backwoods near my college town. I hiked and climbed over 25 miles in some of the most pristine forests and drank from running streams. The sunsets were unforgettable and the stars innumerable. However, it was one fleeting encounter that left me most deeply happy: through the trees on a nearby trail, the smile and wave of a young woman.

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