I let my children dress up. That’s it. I’m beyond the stage where I’m going to put on a purchased costume and parade around. As a woman of a certain age, I know when its time to give the children the spotlight and fade into the background. However, as a woman of a certain age, I’ve lived long enough (thank the good Lord) to witness the diabolical attempt at destroying my childhood with devious sexiness. Note the following horrible sexy costumes that shouldn’t be.
There will be no commentary. Just scroll down, seeing your childhood go down in flames while your eyes melt down your face a la the Nazis at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark.
Yay! I wrecked your childhood too!