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fandomhigh2009-10-27 07:57 am
shiroi_tiger) wrote in fandomhigh2009-10-27 07:57 am
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Sex Thru The Ages, 10/27, Period 3
"As most of you know, Halloween is this weekend and we thought we would take a break and discuss the early 21st century's attitude on costuming for the holiday," Jim said, relaxed as could be with the topic. "Right, Nathan?"
Algren's reply was something not unlike a groan. He was fairly certain that he already had some vague notion as to where this was leading. And yet, still he soldiered bravely onward.
"In the past, Halloween costumes were worn in an effort to frighten away evil spirits. People would dress as things more terrifying than the ghosts that they believed surfaced on that night. The spiritual aspect of the holiday has long, long since faded, but people continue to dress up. Putting on a different outfit might let you step into the shoes of something that you're not, if only in your head. You might be a student today, but perhaps one night of the year, you can be a superhero, or a monster."
He turned his gaze back toward Jim and gestured for him to continue. Might as well get on with it, then.
"Of course, now it's taken on a new meaning with women. It's a night of sexual liberation in the form of costume where they don't need to worry about anyone judging them." And they looked hot.
So, win-win.
"With so many wonderful costumes to chose from these days, how can someone go wrong? There's the sexy mental patient, the sexy horror movie character, the sexy firefighter, the sexy crossing guard, the sexy beefeater, the sexy female knight and--my personal favorite--the sexy captain."
Algren wasn't looking. He wasn't. No way. He was just burying his face in his hand again.
"We have a few catalogs with these costumes in them. Your assignment for the day is to go through, pick a costume that stands out to you, and explain what the draw might be in putting on something like that for one night of the year." A pause. "My theory is, somebody thinks they're actually saving money by buying so much less fabric."
"Or saving money by letting men buy you drinks at the bar." Highschoolers, Jim. They were highschoolers.
On an island with a bar that didn't card.
It evened out.
"Just... get to it," Algren sighed. And then he picked up a catalog to gape at in disbelief. In his day and age, costumes like this were practically hardcore pornography.
[OCD is finally up, and the links to those costumes may or may not be mildly not worksafe. Nothing like that Japanese woodcut with the octopus!]
Algren's reply was something not unlike a groan. He was fairly certain that he already had some vague notion as to where this was leading. And yet, still he soldiered bravely onward.
"In the past, Halloween costumes were worn in an effort to frighten away evil spirits. People would dress as things more terrifying than the ghosts that they believed surfaced on that night. The spiritual aspect of the holiday has long, long since faded, but people continue to dress up. Putting on a different outfit might let you step into the shoes of something that you're not, if only in your head. You might be a student today, but perhaps one night of the year, you can be a superhero, or a monster."
He turned his gaze back toward Jim and gestured for him to continue. Might as well get on with it, then.
"Of course, now it's taken on a new meaning with women. It's a night of sexual liberation in the form of costume where they don't need to worry about anyone judging them." And they looked hot.
So, win-win.
"With so many wonderful costumes to chose from these days, how can someone go wrong? There's the sexy mental patient, the sexy horror movie character, the sexy firefighter, the sexy crossing guard, the sexy beefeater, the sexy female knight and--my personal favorite--the sexy captain."
Algren wasn't looking. He wasn't. No way. He was just burying his face in his hand again.
"We have a few catalogs with these costumes in them. Your assignment for the day is to go through, pick a costume that stands out to you, and explain what the draw might be in putting on something like that for one night of the year." A pause. "My theory is, somebody thinks they're actually saving money by buying so much less fabric."
"Or saving money by letting men buy you drinks at the bar." Highschoolers, Jim. They were highschoolers.
On an island with a bar that didn't card.
It evened out.
"Just... get to it," Algren sighed. And then he picked up a catalog to gape at in disbelief. In his day and age, costumes like this were practically hardcore pornography.
[OCD is finally up, and the links to those costumes may or may not be mildly not worksafe. Nothing like that Japanese woodcut with the octopus!]
Re: Talk To The Teachers [10/27]
It was entirely possible that he'd all but given up.