I have spent most of my adult life in Japan and Halloween is very popular there though they don’t really understand what it’s all about yet.
I taught children for a time in Tokyo. Every year, mothers would bring their child to school dressed as what they thought were ghosts when in actuality they looked more like KKK members. Nobody had told them, “Xnay on cutting eyeholes in pillowcasay. It’s acistray”
When the Japanese mothers wanted my opinions on their child’s costumes, I told them the truth. “Your children do look very scary.”
I saw a few more UK kids in Halloween costumes than last year and there was even a little girl singing a Halloween song at the bus stop that wasn’t the Monster Mash or Mariah Carey. I saw a lot of adults in face paint and wearing a pair of mouse ears or horns. These are the people who might have worn a “sexy costume” if it hadn’t gotten so freaking cold so ridiculously fast. We somehow have skipped Autumn completely this year. I guess the scariest part of Halloween was climate change. The nippy reminder that we are all going to be dead in 20 years time because we insisted on producing plastic/rubber costumes for decades that destroy the ozone layer when burned. In terms of scares, we are certainly playing the long game.
I am not a fan of gore or the demonic. I’ve tried to get into it but the blatantly evil doesn’t fascinate me in the slightest.
If big old Baphoment comes crawling out of a tree made of sulphur, I’m not sticking around to see what it’s up to. Chalk it up to me being a child in the Midwest during the satanic panic. I know it’s not going to hug a warm puppy. It’s flat-out evil. There is no mystery or struggle there. It’s a devil not Don Draper.
In the spirit of Halloween, I watched the first episode of The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. I just could not get into it. Besides the banal acceptance of evil as good, I just couldn’t figure out what year it was supposed to be. Nobody has smartphones. All of the landline phones have chords and no one has a car older than 1975 but then somebody whips out a laptop not the size of a filing cabinet Forget about whether Sabrina will sell her soul to the Devil, WHAT YEAR IS IT?! Hey, I get that smartphones and internet make a witch’s powers seem less impressive and reminds the viewers at home that they have devices that can entertain them better than this show. But I wouldn’t have pulled out my phone to google the show’s time period if the show’s continuity wasn’t all over the place. It’s like an blood-soaked Easter egg hunt of time capsules sent from the future. It was a welcome distraction from looking at demons. Ah well, I should have stuck with the melancholy It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown. I just love watching Charlie Brown get rocks every single Halloween. It reminds me of Christmas.
I’m Spring Day (real name, hippie parents)
Moving back to the United States after having lived in Japan and traveling the world for 16 years has been a bit of a head fuck, especially since I now work in the U.K. My blog “The United States of Shock!” is where I give my brilliant and bitter two cents, pence, yen and euro on my experience with culture shock and current events. If you have any questions you would like to have answered in a snit, email them to firstname.lastname@example.org