I love these things; it reminds me of the time when I was a kid and my parents wouldn't lemme go outside to trick n' treat because I'd get mugged, so then I'd just stare at the catalogues wistfully.
Memories.
I love this picture. For some reason, the book cuts off Spider-Man's arm on the right there, but that's not what I want you to look at. I want you to look at the picture for "Spider-Man Black Muscle" and then "Spider-Man Red Muscle."
If you didn't notice, that is some mad photoshopping skills there. Must be pretty hard to go to the "Colors" option and change the Reds to Blacks.
It'd be pretty funny if this was photoshopped from the same image too, but not even the magic of Photoshop can change a Child Small into an Adult Standard. There is no god.
Aside from image alterations, though, there's another constant about Halloween costumes: the idealized and impossible portayal of body images.
I mean, how's anyone supposed to attain Iron Man's steel abs? Or the Incredible Hulk's impossibly masculine ripped pants?
Or Optimus Prime's to-die-for faceplate?
It stirs self-confidence issues in young impressionable boys I tell ya. They're gonna worry about how they look, and it may lead to some unhealthy eating habits, if you know what I mean.
By which I mean buying Apple Dippers from McDonald's. Those things are crazy overpriced.
And speaking of body image, well, the girls' costumes are pretty much what you'd expect: somewhat sexualized and just plain indecent, which is a darn shame. There were some fun ones, though, like the Fashion Flapper from the 20s or the Go-Go Girl of the 70s:
but I just wanted to bring up one last thought:
Those claws totally clash with that hat.
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