Not surprisingly, the alarmists are all worked up today. It’s Halloween after all which means the normal group of Debbie Downers are out to spoil the fun, telling parents to be worried about their child’s Halloween costume, and glow sticks and all sorts of other perfectly harmless activities (check out my piece on Halloween alarmism in today's U.S. News and World Report).
Some universities are warning students to consider the feelings of hookers, cowboys and Japanese “entertainment” professionals when choosing a costume because apparently…Geisha’s, cowboys and hookers are going to be super upset seeing college kids making fun of them. Something tells me that these folks have other things to worry about like…hmmm…STDs, cattle, and how to translate skills like "dancing with a fan" into a marketable resume bullet point.
One sanctimonious (and frankly, completely rude and heartless) mother thinks it’s her job to lecture the chubby Superman, Iron Man, and Wonder Woman who come to her door. That’s right. She’s not giving out candy, she’s providing lectures; telling little kids they’re too fat for candy. Let’s hope this lady gets a few tricks in exchange for her sickening treats.
On one Arlington, Virginia listserv, moms and dads were reminded to be “sensitive” to all that ails our tender, delicate children.
I saw this online today and I thought it was a good reminder. Happy Halloween, everyone!
With Halloween upon us, please keep in mind, a lot of little people will be visiting your home. Be accepting. The child who is grabbing more than one piece of candy may have poor fine motor skills. The child who takes forever to pick out one piece of candy may have motor planning issues. The child who does not say trick or treat or thank you may be non-verbal. The child who looks disappointed when they see your bowl, might have an allergy. The child who isn't wearing a costume at all might have a sensory issue (SPD) or autism. Be nice. Be patient. It's everyone's Halloween.
That’s right. Let’s not forget, everyone…every single child has a diagnosis, a condition, a set of “issues” with which we, as a community, must deal. We must adjust our behavior to account for each of these issues. We must be cognizant of every possibility, every problem, every frailty, every single thing. After all, it doesn’t take a parent to raise a kid, it takes a village.
I say, this Halloween, take a deep breath and ignore these scolds, party poopers, and fun stealers. To the alarmists, I say: eat a piece of candy and shut up.