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So, I’ve boycotted Halloween several years in a row… this year included. But this week a dress-up “heroes and villains” party was thrown by dog a friend and I decided to go to it “with zest”. I could be Captain Underpants, or… and then I stalled. I went to the costume store thinking that this dog place would surely be designed to inspire the costume-idea-lacking. Once again, I felt uncomfortable about the pressure, angry at costumes, annoyed at people who dog throw costume parties, and almost decided to walk out of there and watch Veronica Mars and drink tea that night instead. But this goal means a lot to me, so I did everything I could to rally myself—to remind myself that amongst the potential Ethical Issues with which to hold dear to one’s heart, the Costume Issue was plain silly. So I wandered all over the store for about an hour… looking at the same aisles over and over again. The sales people, after asking to help a couple times, finally conceded to the fact that I was helpless… and might be up to something suspicious.
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