Remember when the news came out that a Ghosbusters film with an all-female cast was going to be released? The internet basically exploded with people (mostly dudes) moaning about how it was going to ruin their childhood. For example:
The announcement of an all female Ghostbusters reboot is the final nail in the coffin. My childhood can now be laid to rest – Rob @Jeebus_Cristo
@paulfeig thanks for raping my childhood … @melissamccarthy ruins everything she’s in … #Ghostbusters #sinner Daniel Hooven @DanielHooven
Then the film came out, and it ended up being fun and silly and had no impact whatsoever on people’s memories of growing up in the 80s, when they drank Ecto Cooler while watching Betamax and felt like the future had arrived and it was pretty awesome.
It’s not like the film is about lady stuff, anyway. It’s about funny, badass Ghostbusters who just happened to be women. Their femaleness is basically insignificant to the plot.
Anyway, I thought it would be cute for the Popple to be a Ghostbuster for Halloween, so I searched for a costume for her and came across this:
Why is it necessary to make a girl’s version of this costume? The female Ghostbusters wear boiler suits, just like the men did in the original film – unsexy, unflattering suits that are very practical if you’re planning to splatter ghost goo everywhere. Ghostbusting in a skirt would be ridiculous.
Well, that’s just stupid, I thought. And then I saw the women’s version.
There’s no reason to dress like the sexy version of something for Halloween. Just dress as…the thing. There are some things – many things, in fact – that shouldn’t be made sexy. A Ghostbuster is one. A Ninja Turtle is another.
Also Darth Vader. This is very, very wrong. Perhaps not as wrong as a sexy teenage turtle, but still wrong.
The Popple will be wearing a normal, gender-free Ghostbuster onesie this Halloween, thus staying true to the films and the spirit of not girlying things up just for the sake of it. As for me – well, I still don’t have a costume, so there’s a very good chance that I’ll be going as a ghost. A very unsexy ghost in a very old bed sheet.