It’s that time of year where ladies across the land are putting the final touches on their unique and inventive Hallowe’en costumes. But don’t jump to conclusions — nowadays, the characters and themes women explore can go in any direction whatsoever, thanks to boundless human creativity and sophistication. What will they choose: nubile nurse? vampish vampire? slutty sailor? lusty Lolita? prurient private detective? risqué rasta? libidinous launderer? obscene obstetrician? pornographic postal worker? orgiastic orthodontist? randy rock quarry foreman? whorish whore? badonka-donked bonobo? prostitute-type person? lascivious director of human resources, accounts payable department? normally somewhat sexually repressed woman finally publicly expressing her sexuality in a socially-sanctioned-yet-simultaneously-condemned manner for one night of the year? The options are endless. Anyway, I for one find it morally offensive and indicative of deeply troubling trends in modern society that so many young women today feel compelled to dress in such a manner only once a year.