Halloween is here. The time of year for crazy costumes, way too much drinking, and for a night disappearing out of yourself and into the world of imagination. Here at ASU, it is a nearly week-long event that requires many different costumes and the impressive ability to juggle crazy schedules. For many, there are costumes, party searching, and careful routes to be planned to create the ultimate experience. My fellow Sun Devils have taken this one night celebration into a chance to rage for a weekend full of stories. Honestly for me, it's making me fall out of love with Halloween.

The evening Halloween, walking down a packed Mill Ave, you'll see everything from the most elaborately planned costumes, to women wearing so little it can't even be qualified as clothing much less a costume. Cops are out in full-force, the street reeks of booze, and the night it broken by squeals, screams and drunken hollers; it's a zoo, literally and figuratively. That part of Halloween is beautiful, the colors, sounds, and people who use it for the right reasons; however, it has become more of a disgusting excuse for women to be scandalous for the night, and they believe no one has the right to tell them no. They crave the attention of men's eyes as they teeter down the street in heels stumbling like a baby that just learned to walk. They pretend to be offended when they get cat-called for wearing panties and a corset out in public, and for those with SO's, they get a little high from seeing just a touch of jealousy in their eyes .

This what is killing my love of halloween. I don't have a problem with sexy or showing off a little skin, but must you show it all? I mean I personally don't find the appeal of having to continuously shove my boobs back into the skimpy bra I've decided to wear as a shirt, or feeling the chilly fall evening air against my a** cheeks hanging out. We seem to have lost our self-respect; we say that we want to be loved for more than just our looks, but then this is what we chose to show to the world. Leaving nothing to the imagination. Nothing gives the right for someone to take advantage of you, but if you want to be respected, if you want to be seen as more than just a hookup, one night stand, drunken romp in the sheets, you have to respect yourself enough to at least go out wearing actual clothing.

I get that there is a certain amount of power in feeling people watch you because you look good, but if you can't walk in those new heels you bought, don't wear them because there isn't anything appealing about wobbling around like a baby cow. Wear a dress that hugs your curves so you can flaunt them, but make sure your boobs aren't flying around like they are their own people, and your a** can't be seen by the whole world. It's trashy, and it's not attractive; In fact, more guys than you'd think find it repulsive not sexy. It looks like you are trying hard, not like you want to be the princess at the ball, but you know what? You deserve to be the princess. You deserve the guys eyes to make you feel beautiful, not like you are something to be conquered.

While halloween was one of my favorite holidays as a child, it will remain something to be destained until I reach an age where either my generation stops dressing up like this, or we have grown up enough that we find less appeal in letting it all hang out. Matching underwear isn't a costume, and wearing panties and a corset with heels and ears isn't an outfit unless you are a playboy bunny. Be sexy, but classy and yes, it's possible.