To combat this chain of events, I’ve decided to really give it an effort. However, I’ve decided to be anti-sexy costume. I narrowed my choices down to the Joker, V (from V for Vendetta) or Rorschach (from Watchmen). Looking at that list, it looks like I have a thing for Alan Moore. Aaanyway…

I ruled out V because although I have access to a cape, I don’t have access to the sheer number of knives I would be forced to carry upon my person…and if one is going to dress up as V, one must carry the knives. Unfortunately, most of the places I’m likely to end up on Halloween frown on that type of thing, especially if there’s alcohol involved. So, scratch that.

Next, I ruled out the Joker because although he’s my favourite in the Batman Universe, I don’t like wearing regular-girl-makeup let alone subjecting myself to greasepaint for an entire night. There are just some sacrifices I’m not prepared to make for the sake of fashion.

This leaves me with Rorschach. The more I think about it, the more delighted I am with the idea.

First of all, I get to fly in the face of convention and be a girl-dressing-up-as-a-boy instead of the usual boy-dressing-up-as-a-prostitute.

Second of all, if I can do it right, there’s a possibility people might not realize I’m even a girl, which is enticing to the SneakyAma inside your Regularly Scheduled Ama.

Third of all, it will give me an excuse to buy a brown trenchcoat and purple pinstripe pants.

Actually, thinking about it, I wonder how I’ve gotten this far, given my love of purple, without owning a pair of purple pinstripe pants. I have a pair of purple cords, but no pinstripes. Shocking, I know.

It’s good to have a plan. Next step: start frequenting thrift stores for the different pieces I need.