Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Sami Sue's Costume Review

**So, I am dating a new guy. I know, I know, fast, it's a long story, but he's fantastic, and I've known him for years, blah blah blah. Anywho, he is the writer for the best selling Rochester punk zine, the RochesterTeen SetOutsider. And he asked me to write an article for the Halloween issue. So... this is what I came up with. Sami Sue's Costume Review. Please let me know what you think :-) I'm gonna be famous! (amongst the Roc City Punk Scene, at least!) **




Sami Sue’s Costume Review

So as every good teenager with an affinity for everything spooky should, I’ve been on the hunt for the perfect Halloween costume. I’ve visited every Halloween store (twice), checked every website I could think of, even  checked the sewing patterns for DIY costumes, but alas, I’ve run into the same issue I have every year – prepackaged, run-of-the-mill costumes. Pretty much every single women’s’ costume I’ve seen is the exact same dress (low cut, tight in the middle, poufy on the bottom but still short enough to show all the goodies), just in different colors and patterns. Sexy Little Miss Muffet, Seductive Vampire, Naughty Nurse, even Pocahotass – everything is a (for lack of a better word) SLUTTY interpretation of a perfectly good costume idea. Not to say I’m not okay with showing some skin, I mean, if you’ve got it, flaunt it, by all means, but geez guys… what happened to ORIGINIALITY?!

With that being said, I’ve compiled a list of the top 5 costumes I personally would like to see around this Halloween. Nothing you can buy in a store, so you may have to put on your thinking caps and get resourceful for these, but these five ideas, I personally believe, would be all the rage amongst the teens around Rochester this year.

5.) Universal Monsters – I’m not talking your typical “paint your face green and call yourself Frankenstein” costume. I wanna see a Phantom so disfigured you’d want to actually touch the face to see if it’s real or latex – a Creature from the Black Lagoon all slimy and stinky and dripping with spooky authenticity. If you’re gonna try the Wolfman, there better be hair on your knuckles and toes, not just around your face.

4.) Terrifying Hot Chicks – I know, I know, not an actual costume, but I would LOVE to see some smoking hot broads in digs soooo scary that I’m crying like a baby. Nothing’s more attractive than a woman with all the goods AND a super tough and spooky mindset. So ladies, put down the pleather cop costume and kitty ears. I wanna see blood, and gore, and everything scary. On a hot bod.

3.) Elvis – Everyone’s already seen the fat Elvis impersonators, the leather clad gyrating Elvis, the stripe covered Jailhouse Rock Elvis of the 50’s. What happened to the forgotten Elvis of the 70’s? Post-leather, pre-fat, white polyester suit wearing, Bossa Nova singing, pill popping Elvis who was always a bit sweaty, forgetting the lyrics, bringing young Betties to the dressing room to do unspeakable acts Elvis? That’s what I would like to see this Halloween – everyone’s favorite Elvis.

2.) Sadie, Krug, Weasel & Willow – In my travels around the Halloween circuit looking for costumes, like every year, I’ve found the same horror flick costumes that have been around since the 90’s – Freddie, Jason, Michael Myers, Ghost Face, even the awful Strangers remake costumes. For the ladies, there’s the teeny tiny Ms. Krueger dress, the Friday 13th Jersey Dress, even a complete Child’s Play costume so you can be the skankiest murderous doll in town. But what’s missing are the forgotten villains of horror, the ones who may not have made a cool mil at the box office but I personally believe are far more badass than the masked scoundrels who chased babysitters up the stairs. With that being said, I want to see a group of four super badass teens taking a lesson from one of my favorites – the 1972 version of “The Last House on the Left”. Round up a group of your friends (ladies, here’s your chance to actually be something scary!), get dirty and bloody, raid your mom’s knife drawer, and get killing.

And last but certainly not the least… *drumroll please*

1.)    Dead celebrities. – I’ve discovered in my travels that celebrity tribute costumes are all the rage. Especially with all the celebrities dropping like flies in the past few years (R.I.P. Farrah Fawcett) it only makes sense to try to memorialize your favorite teen idols. But in the spirit of keeping things spooky, I’m urging all you teens to capture the true essence of dead celebrities – death. Don’t just dress up like Michael Jackson… Let all your friends know how cool you are by dressing up as a zombie MJ doing the thriller all around town. Ladies, get your nappy beehive wig, say “no” to rehab, tape a syringe to your inner elbow, and embrace Ms. Winehouse at her finest. And for all you rockabilly cats out there, don’t forget our dear Kenickie, found unconscious in his apartment by his junkie girlfriend (if you need pointers, check out the 2008 season of Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew). Don’t forget the foaming at the mouth, and be sure to pick a fight with every Daniel Baldwin impersonator you can find.

And that, my dear teenagers, is Sami Sue’s Costume Review. Don’t let me down, kids!

The Scoop

If any of you happened to be wondering why I disappeared off the face of the earth, both in blog land and class land, it's because my life (per usual) took a pretty gnarly turn for a bit and I had to recollect and get my feet back on the ground. I lost my job last Tuesday - fired for some nonsense childish reason that was not worth the amount of chaos it's going to cause in my life. I was fired 5 months after signing my first, $715 monthly lease, at which I live by myself with no other help, financial or otherwise. I was fired after 5 months of full time employment, not 6, which more than likely means I will not be eligible for unemployment. I'm looking everywhere for jobs, and trying to stretch 2 weeks worth of groceries indefinitely for myself and my three year old because I don't know when I'll be making enough to cover all my bills again. It's pretty rough. I'm fortunate enough that my son's father helps out TREMENDOUSLY financially, but it's still not enough to cover my rent and all my other bills. Not looking for sympathy here, but if I'm going  to be ignoring all of your guys' hard work, not read or comment on the things you post, not be in class to contribute to the discussions, then I figured I better have a damn good excuse, and thought it best to share it with you. Also, my mom just moved out of the home we shared for 4 years, so on top of my entire life crumbling I've had to help her start her new one, clear ghosts from my past out of a cluttered attic, part with things my son has had since birth because there just isn't any space for them anymore... it's been a really rough week (and holy shit I can't believe it's only been a week, it feels like forever).

I'm regaining my focus for school. The last thing I need on top of everything else is to jeopardize my education. I just had to take a few days to screw my head back on tight. I've missed you all, and your writing, and can't wait to see you all on Tuesday. And just a heads up... I'm going to be frantically playing catch up on my blog comments, so I apologize in advance for completely dominating all of your blogs.

Xoxo,

Sami Sue

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Love Like Winter...

I'm alone again. And trying hopelessly to figure out why all my relationships are temporary. Yes, this is one of THOSE blogs. But really, the more I think about it, the more it makes my fingers ache to realize that I keep digging and digging until my nails are peeling back at the root, bloody, trying to break through the mud and grime and dirt to find something worth hanging on to and it's just... never there. And now the ground is on it's way to freezing which makes me terrified to think that the soil will be too solid to penetrate until Spring, and I'll be alone through the cold harsh months of winter, shivering, and waiting...

I think about the past few years, the loves that have come and gone, the feelings that always end up fleeting and I think to myself... if only I could put a little bit of all of them into one person, I'd finally be able to rest. A man with a drive like my husband of a whopping five months - completely content to work himself exhausted to provide for me and his son. A lover with the mind of the man from last September, absolutely brilliant and incredibly insightful yet a little off kilter and almost dangerously unstable. Or someone with the voice of my girlfriend from years ago, sultry and smoky and so smooth it would give you chills. The passion of my summer love, two summers in fact, who loved, kissed, talked, wrote, drove, walked, and fucked like the entire world owed him something, always so fiery and so intense, with this constant sense of immediacy that makes you feel like the world will end tomorrow and you HAVE to live every second today. I want eyes like two Halloweens ago that always looked through me as opposed to at me, arms as big as a few winters back that nothing could ever penetrate (the only time I felt truly safe), or my birthday love from last year, the sweetest and most gentle giant I've ever had the pleasure to know. If only they all could melt together into one person for me, I wouldn't have to keep digging and digging and breaking my fingers and waiting for the bones to fuse back together before I begin to dig again, in vain. It almost feels like I'll reach the flames of Hell and meet my fate there before I finally find the one for me... if there is one at all...